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

"Good girl," Niamh purred, proud of her young double, who knew to cater to her own strengths. Bronco had proved himself to be a decent hunter, but Niamh knew that the two of them would have very different roles when it came to a pack hunt, due to the difference in their strengths. Nellie seemed to feel that shewould be a natural, and identified Bronco's physical strength as his advantage- but she seemed dead set on 'beating' him in the field. And so what, if a pack hunt was a team effort- she still liked to add a bit of rivalry into it. It was more fun that way. And she felt that both of them knew that in the end, Nellie would always be the boss of Bronco. 

She laughed softly at Nellie's small comment, and she nodded. "You were smaller then. About the size of my paw," She said. And that had been large enough, of course- but she wasn't about to terrify her daughter with the details about how much it hurt to squeeze out something even just that size. That information she could hang onto until Nellie herself was pregnant, and she'd have at least another year before she'd have to reassure her daughter about all those details. "No, they don't just happen," She said, and after clearing her voice, she reiterated the rest of the process, with reference to Colt though she tried her best not to use his name too much, because then, inevitably, Nellie would picture the process happening with her parents, and that would probably send her off and running, same as it had Bronco. "...And it's...It's something to be shared between wolves who care about each other, especially if it's with the intention of making more babies," She finished.