Moonsong Glacier One must have a mind of winter

"Probably," said Dutch, amused by her shock. "You have a skill that would be valuable to us. One that no others in this pack yet possess."

He beckoned her along, moving once more along his hunting path. They might as well walk and talk, so that he could accomplish something even if she didn't decide to stay.

"My name is Dutch Arjun," he said to her. "I am chief, here. If you will stay, and prepare our hides, you will be well taken care of."

A pause, and then:

"There are other considerations." Was this really his business? Did he dare meddle?

Of course he dared.

"Do you wish to be a mother this year?" he asked her. "A wife? We have need of one."