Blacktail Deer Plateau evolution of consciousness

Fox's first reaction was to deny Blue Willow outright. The thought of a litter of pups that weren't her own being born in her home set fire to the young Alpha's heart, and she knew at once that she could not possibly be happy with that outcome. She pressed her lips tightly together, wondering if Perry had known that she would object to the idea. Was this some kind of test? Why had Peregrine even bothered to ask her? Surely he had known what she would say.

Not only that, but the sheer absurdity of it was too much. Lasher was Peregrine's lover, not Blue Willow's. As far as Fox knew, the two weren't hitched, which would make it an illegitimate litter anyway. The last thing she wanted was a bunch of bastards running around. The traditions of her family were too firmly rooted in the girl to allow such a thing. Having pups wasn't just about "having pups." It was more than that, and Fox wondered why Blue Willow (and perhaps even Peregrine) couldn't see it.

"Do you want me to agree with you, or do you want me to let you know how I really feel?" she asked. There was no chance that the two of those options overlapped in any way. It was taking every ounce of her being not to act as she normally would: on impulse alone.