Bramblepoint Southstar.

Dwin had mixed emotions about Towhee's news, because each time she met the old lass, she heard a different story on her views about marriage, loyalty to the pack, having and raising children. There certainly had been few times were her friend had declared that she was done with this nonesense and did not wish anyone to go through this ever (well, this could have been Dwin's interpretation, not exact words of, what Towhee had said). She meets her another time and this bony frame covered in figurative moth eaten, cobweb covered pelt is singing siren songs for any male in the vicinity to come and have a romp around the parsely bed. Now - hey - I have a kid. Again. Without the full story,  Dwin did not really know, whether she should congratulate the old she-wolf or pity her for being someone's toy (with teeth and nails, but still) during the heat. 

"Ah... okay, good for you," she finally said not to appear rude. "So - what's the child's name?" she asked, instead of wishing to know all of the reasons of whys and hows.