Redhawk Caldera you and me were kids.

Elwood managed to pause in his attempts to woo her. Finley had no idea if that pleased her or pissed her off, which is probably for the best. She could almost see the fog clearing from behind his eyes as he gazed at her, looking rather worse for wear. She winced sympathetically, but his question caused her ears to fall and her eyes to widen slightly.

"No," she answered in a small voice, watching him. Logically speaking, now was a terrible time to have another litter. There were already far too many little mouths to feed and not enough dependable adults to feed them. If Finley were to get pregnant now, they'd be down one dependable adult and plus, like, thirty more little mouths. The mathematics may have been off, but the level of badness in this idea was pretty on point.

"I mean, we..." she paused thoughtfully before answering his question a second time, "...No."

Finley had never been great with the listening to her logic.