The Floodlands Steady feet, don't fail me now

"Well, it's a good thing I like water," Wildfire quipped. Thinking ahead to summer and talking about their surroundings reminded her of her recent conversations with Finley and Eljay. Surely one or the other had told Elwood about the plans to visit the caldera in the springtime. She opened her mouth to say something about it but then closed it when another thought drifted through her head.

"I have a random and personal question for you." Wildfire paused to let Elwood absorb that before continuing. "You and Aunt Flea plan on another litter in the spring, right?" She hoped it was a resounding "yes!" but there was another reason she was asking about something that was an otherwise foregone conclusion. Ever since talking to Eljay about his aspirations for fatherhood, she'd begun thinking about playing matchmaker—well, at least when she hadn't been worrying about matricide—only many of the unrelated females in the pack were already spoken for. And on that note, there was sure going to be some competition for breeding rights come springtime.