Sleepy Fox Hollow Hang up my heart, let it air out

Her indignation quickly dissipated at his clarification, but she still hesitated, presented now with the prospect of forging an alliance through carrying the offspring of another pack. Of course, she would prefer her children be from Mahler—benefit from his presence as well as strengthen Diaspora internally. But: I feel like I shouldn't let you shoulder such a responsibility on your own. Her feelings and wishes aside, she wanted to ensure that Diaspora had future and wondered if his way might be more...abiding. And the toll it would undoubtedly take on him—she hated for him to be the only one to bear such a burden. I could make another pack the same offer, she added. It might be...easier. She wasn't sure how much she would be able to separate feelings and duty once hormones were involved, and she wouldn't want to make things more confusing than they already were. She had been the one to make the offer, though, so if he was sure then she wouldn't question it anymore. 

Her eyebrows drew together in thought at his question. She hadn't really thought that through yet. Surely anyone interested in having pups this spring would ask them for permission, but she wasn't stupid enough to believe things would be that easy. Well, it won't be a secret if any of the other females come into season, she answered. Within the borders of Diaspora, I can make sure nothing comes of it. That shouldn't be too difficult. If they manage to get outside our borders and breed, then they will not be allowed to return home. Cold maybe, but she would do whatever it took to ensure there was no repeat of last spring. They were struggling enough already, and if anyone was willing to sacrifice their future and go against the rules, then they were not a Diasporan anyway.