Wheeling Gull Isle Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away.

Gosh, Dinah was one of the most ridiculous wolves she’d ever met. Towhee loved this silly child dearly.

No, she explained calmly, setting down the feather and pushing upright to clap a paw on the girl’s shoulder, you came out of your mom’s vagina, Tina. She shat you out of her vagina. But you don’t have to worry about it happening to you anytime soon, okay? You’re only two months old, you won’t be able to get pregnant until you’re two years old.

Still clasping one slender red shoulder blade, Towhee leaned back to get a better look at the pup’s teary face. She hoped her real talk had cleared the air a bit, though doubtless Dinah would have more questions.