Cricket Creek Bog Friends in Short Supply

This conversation was getting rather uncomfortable for Freya. She had left the pack for some air and now it seemed to be the only thing the two were talking about. She spead up her pace slightly, almost unknowingly. She wanted out of this swampy area as well as this conversation. She wasn't ready to reveal her past to the others yet and keeping it hidden seemed to be more and more of a difficulty. 

Had she thought of having pups before, of course. She had already had them  and that had turned out very bad. If she were ever to have another litter she would have to get over her past one as well as have undying faith in her new mate and partner. Almost blurting out of no where she said "I've thought about it but would never consider it without the proper mate."