Whitefish River and here we go, life's waiting to begin

A joke? Bewilderment crosses his features, unable to help the slight prickle of fur along his spine. I wouldn't joke about something like this... He doesn't understand why Ira thinks he would. Maybe this had been a mistake, but he is determined to get a clear answer if only because he knows the roan warrior—this isn't like her, something is up. Does she... believe she won't make a good mother? Is there a reason why she has never settled down? The bear ought to have paid closer attention to her, and he begins to regret the distance that's grown between them.
You're... You're my best friend, Ira, and I trust you. I think, we both think—he glances towards Winterbourne—that you'd make a good mother.