Bearclaw Valley rotting oranges

She paused to think. Her own thoughts hadn't gone beyond the upcoming fertile time for her womb, and internally debating the physical feats required to couple with a wolf. This question she took as a suggestion.

"...It could be useful, to see how they'd grow. What they'd grow into." She, herself, thought little of her previous offspring, only raising them up to when they no longer needed her to be present. Where were they now? She didn't know, nor did that information seem relevant to her search for knowledge.

Gone. "My condolences."

And now, an offer. A trade. To another parent, it might've been an unthinkable exchange. To Bernadette, who thought only of nature and duty, it seemed reasonable.

The bear-dog nodded once. "Acceptable. Where would you suggest I look for a male?"