Sun Mote Copse if panties were snowmen, you were march.

Well, things took an unexpected turn. What had started as playful teasing soon took on a more serious note -- way more serious, in fact, as Finley began to muse aloud as to whether or not they should have another litter. Elwood blinked and his hips stopped swaying as he contemplated her words. She did have a point, and she wasn't the only one who was growing fragile; he couldn't deny that he was beginning to feel the effects of age in various ways as well. Could they really keep up with another horde of rambunctious puppies?

He managed to keep his instinctual desires at bay and forced himself to really consider it carefully. Truthfully, this wasn't all that difficult, since he tended to over-analyze things anyway, but there was still a small part of him that just wanted to go for it. "If you think it's not a good idea, then we won't do it," he said. The words felt strange in his mouth, but he still meant it. Finley's well-being was his top priority.