Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

The Roman did not beat around the bush.

Arsenio grinned and chuckled. There was something to be admired in his directness. Though, he had not spoken with Tamar about such things, and he did not feel as though it was his say in that matter. It was not he who would carry them, would birth them. The redstone wolf did not laugh at the work of a mother – it was a strength he could not comprehend.

If she wishes to have children, yes. It seemed the safest answer.

The mercenary regarded the soldier with a careful stare.

This is a military outpost, hm? Would children be welcome in such a place?

A beat.

You brought your wife here, after all.

The Greek smiled.