Moonspear hello, 911, what's your emergency

Speedy didn't take too long to arrive, a thing Charon appreciated: he'd had too much experience with calling for wolves who then didn't show up. She looked worried, bless her fragile soul, and Charon contemplated whether he'd tease her a bit and keep her in the dark about the fact nothing was wrong. But then he decided against it -- perhaps age had given him a little bit of wisdom, after all? -- and was quick to dispel her worry. Don't worry, nothing's wrong. He shook his head. It was a different sort of thing that had made him request her presence.

I was hoping for some advice. Their previous meeting had been more light-hearted, but for this one he wasn't planning anything of the sort. Last year this time Ame and I had already tied the knot on the next litter. She doesn't seem to be in a hurry, and, well, let's face it, she's getting old. Charon didn't mean it as crudely as it came from his mouth. Older, I mean -- she's still got a good bunch of years on her, no doubt. Thinking of Amekaze keeling over wasn't something he enjoyed doing. It's a bit of a touchy subject. I don't even really know how old she is, and I never cared, I mean, I don't care about that now... I just want to make sure she doesn't wait too long until her body can't handle it anymore or something. Maybe you, as a healer, could remind her of her duties? He looked at Speedy imploringly. He had no clue if Speedy knew anything about reproduction, but if she did, then she could surely help by doing a checkup and then mentioning it off-handedly or whatever.