Moonspear Heat

The best Dragomir could do was pretend to comprehend what Hydra was talking about. Some of it made perfect sense, like not having kids with someone who wasn't your mate and not wandering out to have kids with random wolves in the wilderness. Seeing as he was the product of an unwed pair whose family subsequently fell apart, he understood that sentiment implicitly. There was nothing to be gained bringing children into the world with a loveless union. They would only end up like him.

The rest, well, most of that went over his head. His father's sagely advice on the matter was simply that he would one day want to have babies with someone, and Aurëwen had failed to supply any wisdom in that department. There'd been no talk of birds and bees for Dragomir, so he needed to rely on his instincts to understand these things, and luckily, those instincts wouldn't kick in for another year.

But he was loathe to be the only wolf in the gathering who didn't really get what Hydra was saying, so he nodded along with the rest and hoped whatever it was wouldn't apply to him.