Fox's Glade Impulse

She heard his question, but waited until she figured they were at least out of earshot. She didn’t want the bear-wolf snooping on them. She gave the lean, dark man a sidelong glance when he expressed his confusion, but chose to brush it off. Maybe he just never thought anyone would choose him, so the thought had never occurred to him.

”Listen. I got an itch, an’ I need it scratched. Don’t need nothin’ else from you after- so don’t worry about havin’ te step up an’ be fadder-of-the year  er nothin’.” She said. ”I want kids this year, an’ I’m gonna have ‘em if I want ‘em. You gonna cooperate or do I find someone else?”