Redhawk Caldera lay it lay it down let me see your hand

She fought the urge to smirk at his flustered reaction, though there would've been no malice to it. Anyway, her brain chose that moment to circle back to her earlier thoughts and that wiped her face clean of any expression at all. Suddenly she itched to ask a question, even though she was pretty sure she knew the answer. Towhee felt her whole body flush as some sort of fight-or-flight instinct engaged.

"I've always valued your medical knowledge too," she said, her voice a little threadier than usual. But hopefully this segue worked so the question wouldn't totally throw him. "Hey, speaking of that, I have a wild question for you." She coughed a nervous, throaty laugh. "Is there any way to, say, impregnate a she-wolf without—without bumping uglies?" Ugh, could she have picked a cringier phrase for it?