Moonspear who can blame him

Alya accepted her father's nuzzle with an eager, upturned face, glad to have something like his blessing on the matter. Mostly, she was glad to know that he would not be too terribly angry, and that his love would always be secure.

"I'll always love you, too, Daddy," she said happily, tail wagging. "But you and mom had better get to making more puppies A-S-A-P if you want us to wait," the dark woman teased. It occured to her to ask how exactly one achieved such things, but somehow, it didn't seem like the right moment. "I need to go switch off with Lyra," she instead excused, giving her father a kiss on the cheek before turning to depart. "Good talk!" she called over her shoulder.