Silverlight Terrace at war with oneself

She started to talk about puppies and mates, and he blinked at her for a moment or two before he broke out laughing. "Oh no no," he giggled, his shoulders quivering with mirth. "We are having miscommunication. You are pretty, friend Wildfire, but I am not wanting puppies and mates! Hehe!" How he managed to separate the making of foxwolves from the making of puppies would later be a wonder to him, but for now, he remained blissfully naive on the subject. His parents had kept him rather sheltered, and there was much for the young foxwolf to learn now that he had dispersed.