Broken Antler Fen A Saturday night kind of pink

Pearl tilted her head a bit. More pups? Maybe. As long as she didn't have to give birth to as many giants as she did the first time. She loved them, but they were a literal pain in the rear to squeeze out. Seeing them grow up this fast was midly distressing as well - having another litter could be a second chance to do the things she meant to earlier. 

"Eventually, maybe. I'm assuming you do?" she asked, looking up at him. Of course he would, she knew that. Sebastian loved pups, and was always so good with them. That was one of the many things she loved about him.