Silver Creek When the time comes, is it still right?

Heston listened to Natashe with surprise, but pleasure. He was pleased that she had found happiness. She deserved it. She was a sweet wolf, a kind wolf. He thought she would make a good mother. The idea of her having children frightened him slightly, only because of his own impending litter. But, then again, raising his litter with another family litter seemed like a fun idea. Lots of pups to play together, children to raise as Silver Creek wolves and improve their numbers.

He remained quiet but looked to Spring. She would decide how to procede. This was her sister, he did not feel he should interfere here. He nodded as she spoke, pleased with her answer. He wondered why she wanted them to carry Natashe's last name, but didn't ask directly. When her eyes found him and smiled briefly and nodded, approving.