The Floodlands Steady feet, don't fail me now

The prospect of a random and personal question drew Elwood's attention. He pricked his ears, showing that he was ready for whatever Wildfire would ask him. He didn't anticipate it being too out there, and it wasn't; she queried about the next potential litter of Blackthorns. It was something that he and Finley hadn't discussed explicitly (I don't think), but the way she asked it kind of described the way he felt about it; there wasn't any reason why they wouldn't or couldn't, so he assumed that they would.

He was aware, though, that he and Fin were both aging, and odds were that this would be their last chance. Before too long, they wouldn't be able to keep up with the physical, mental, and emotional demands of conceiving and caring for children. He didn't mention any of this to Wildfire now, though; it felt a little personal, and it made him a little sad, in a way, to know that their time was eventually coming to an end. "Probably," was his simplified reply, and then he posed his own question: "Why?"