Bitterroot Valley Who is Not Without Sin

Winter, he echoed. Yeah. You ready for it to get colder? Again, friendly conversation was all he offered; all he really needed to offer, in this situation. And it wasn't bad whatsoever. Found himself enjoying the company.
There were many things about winter that were implied rather than said: easy hunting for wolves such as themselves, though worsening sicknesses, and, of course, the potential for the conception of litters, as it was most common around this time. Where else would spring-babes come from?
Y'know, he said, seemingly pulling from his thoughts. I've been wonderin' if maybe Sega'll be wed, someday, his tone was less gossip and more tease. He wondered, too, if he and Sega could be considered friends. Hoped for that to be true. Wouldn't mind hunting alongside a brother once more. Bring some kid's to the group, huh? Raised his brows.
He himself was not against the idea of rearing a litter. Thought that he could be a good father. Could picture himself with a son—though, something of the thought stung. Something that he could not quite name.
But he refocused. You like kids, miss? He asked curiously, making small, quiet moves in an attempt to get to know his fellow packmates.