Stone Circle Old bones don't lie

That was a lot of babies.

More babies than he knew if he could handle. The idea of little grubby gremlins a sixth his size trying to rip out his claws was enough to make his bones crawl. Huffing to himself at Gunnar's call out of his response, he immediately pinned his ears back once he was done. "I'm not defensive!" Him? Defensive? Never! He wasn't defensive, everyone else just deserved his claws up their-

Twitch, twitch, went his nose, and he shot two glances between the ground and Gunnar. Then, he shook his head slowly with his speech. "I-I know what the ocean is." He had no idea what an ocean was. For some reason, he felt a pit in his gut that echoed some words about Gunnar not believing him. So, he stared for a second, as if questioning if maybe Gunnar's face would change. With a lightening voice. "But whatever that is sounds nice." A big body of water. with that same smell that continued to come at his nose from the time he'd been here. It was vague, far away even, but he was still able to catch whiffs of it. For days now, he'd wondered what it was. Now Gunnar gave him a..name to put to it.

An Ocean.

Bonnie doubted he'd ever live long enough to see it. But maybe now he could dream of it.

Twitching his ear, his head tilted. "You're this old and you've never had pups before?" That he knew of, yes, but intentionally none? That shocked Bonnie. Why not? And what other reason was there to live, if not for a legacy? Was that not every wolfs reasoning for birth? "Not any ever? Why not? Why would you choose to not have pups?" He'd almost been gently asking himself that, but he did to Gunnar as well. A true, genuine question because it had stumped him in his tracks. Even gramps once...once... He'd never asked before, had he?