Moonspear making the rounds

Her question seemed to catch him by surprise, and she could nearly hear the wheels in his head turning as he began to think. She nodded to his words, thinking of her own family. Her maternal grandmother had been the red wolf, her mother had been a timber brown and her father a black phase. It was hard to tell where pups would take their coloring from, though her brothers had favored dark colors. 

She smiled and nodded. "I think you'll be a good father, Charon. I can't wait to meet them either, nor to see you with them." It was a sweet thought, to picture how he'd interact with his children. She did think he would be a good dad. He was very playful, and bluntness suited pups more often than not. "Amekaze, of course, also seems like she'll be a wonderful mother. I'd not like to be the wolf who crosses either of you about your young when they come. I'll happily stay on your good sides." She smiled, teasing, but also truthful. Both of wolves would likely be a terrible force to be reckoned with should someone ever dare cross them over their children.