Redhawk Caldera In a hospital

Shrike laughed at Peregrine's comment about their abudant family. Of course, when Shrike laughed, it was more or less a simple "ha ha," and not a proper laugh, but even as short and seemingly dry as it was, a Shrike laugh was rare and only happened when he was really genuinely tickled. "You're right." He said, with a nod, as he thought of his own family which, no doubt, would have expanded while he'd been gone. His family members had all been the family type- prone to finding a sweetheart and then pumping out as many little future family-wolves as possible who would no doubt do the same. 

"Osprey had..." He said, and paused to think of all his uncles and aunts. "Hmmm..." Came the continued thought, eyes moving from left to right, like the pendulum of a clock that halted several times as it swung from one way to the next. "Well. Five litters." He said, simplifying things. He paused again, trying to phase out how many wolves were involved in each litter. "Eighteen kids I think. Pretty reserved for a Redleaf." He said, with a small smile. Peregrine seemed to be about two years older than him, or as close as Shrike was able to figure, anyway. "You got that many yet?" He asked with a toothy grin.