Redhawk Caldera In a hospital

It was a wonder the family hadn't overrun the North American wilderness, all things considered. Peregrine issued a low whistle at the number of Osprey's progeny. He really couldn't recall how many litters his parents had had, especially considering their first mates, or how many (half) siblings he had. Maybe he should feel bad about that but he was just a wolf and not necessarily a very smart one at that.

He chuckled at Shrike's joke, then smiled wanly. "I've got a dozen myself. Two with my first mate, two adopted, and the rest were manufactured right here." He patted a broad paw against the ground, the very soil he and Fox had sought out for the sole reason of raising a family upon it. "A few have passed away," he continued, smiling tightly, eyes a bit shiny, "and some others have vanished into the ether. But I think most are alive and kicking, somewhere. And Fox and I have a few good years ahead of us yet." One day, their epic fertility might fade, but that day was still years away.

"Remind me," he said in the next breath, "do you hope to one day settle down? Have a family?" He had a niggling feeling they'd discussed this once before and that Shrike didn't necessarily aspire to the domestic mold. Well, hopefully he would jog his Alpha's memory.