Sun Mote Copse But if I can make it to the street

Niamh snorted at Nellie's request, and emphatically pulled a chunk of meat off her frozen rabbit, chewing it no more than three times before she swallowed it. She licked her lips and intentionally kept her daughter on edge with a skeptical glance for a moment, one ear turned back, before she spoke. "You'd better be in on the next hunt," She said, as though the thought of Nellie sitting out was ridiculous. And at this point in her life, she was past due for a larger hunting experience. "You don't want your brother to get better at hunting than you, do you?" She asked. 

And once the other topic was introduced, Bronco's name came up again, and Niamh laughed at the thought of Bronco trying to- and refusing to- explain things to Nellie. Apparently she knew enough to know that females carried the puppies, but the rest of it- how they got there- was something that obviously, Bronco wouldn't have had the gall to explain to her. "Well, it starts when a female gets to be two years old, and then they're mature enough to go into heat, conceive, and give birth to puppies." She continued on, and as briefly as she could, which was probably both less than what Nellie needed for a description but more than what she wanted to hear, she described the mating act.

"And then over the next two months," She continued, "The puppies develop inside her. Usually Not more than four puppies, and then when they're ready, the female's muscles tell her it's time to give birth, and the puppies come out, one by one, over a couple hours depending on how many there are," She said, adding in a little detail about anatomy without intentionally trying to scare her daughter. "You probably don't remember much, from being inside me, or from the first few weeks when you were born. But you were born blind and deaf, and completely helpless...All puppies are. And then, I blinked, and you grew up." She said, with a soft smile. "Nell?" She asked, hoping to prompt a reaction.