Redhawk Caldera Rebel riff.

Hotah dipped his head once. 
I won’t, he promised, voice steady, meaning it. He would not squander the trust she and the others had shown him.
Her question, though, softened him some. His eyes flickered to her, thoughtful, before he drew a breath.
Yes, he said simply. Two litters. Both from women of my old pack. We did not… keep only one mate. Not in that way. He shrugged a shoulder, not ashamed but aware it might sound strange here. Children were raised together. All pups had many mothers, many fathers. No one went without.
There was a faint smile at the memory, though it was tinged with something heavier too. It is different here. But yeah— I know the weight of little teeth at my heels. And the joy.