Lost Creek Hollow Nothing more than The Next Good Deed

Kel’s firm response brought Crowfeather’s ears to lay flat on his head. He should not have asked.

The shadow had never heard someone say that they couldn’t have children. It did not seem to be a subject that would be discussed, though. After the initial reply, Crowfeather had swallowed any following questions. The back of his throat burned.

Me? Oh, no. No, I- his words croaked from his mouth. I mean- I would like them. But-

Was it appropriate to say that Crowfeather couldn’t have children, too? It didn’t feel so. The tripod could have offspring, as far as he was aware. His romantic interests merely did not coincide with such an act. The thought of Germanicus made his heart pulse.

It would be very hard for me. Honey gold eyes shifted to the earth.