Horizon Ridge If I fall for you, I'll never recover

"Cause harm," Pied echoed him, her voice inquisitive. She tried to imagine the ways in which pups could harm the pack. She supposed that it did mean more mouths to feed. It also meant that she would not be able to contribute as much during the last few weeks of pregnancy through the first few weeks' of the pups' lives. "I never really thought about that part of it much. I guess that's why Alphas are careful with breeding privileges," she mused, certain that her own litter would be worth these so-called risks.

"Anyway," she lilted in the next moment, her voice light and airy, "we won't have so many pups that it weighs too much on the pack's resources. At least, I wouldn't think so? My grandmother had litters of three or four. My own mother gave birth to three. That seems pretty reasonable, doesn't it? How many do you want to have? Am I asking too many questions?" she added with a mischievous grin when she realized that she was babbling at her betrothed.