Swiftcurrent Creek roll the dice

Kieran turned to look at her out of the corner of a green eye. He gave her a smile, and continued on with one ear tilted back. He would listen as he walked, no harm in that right. He loved to hunt always had. There was a peacefulness to it. A feeling he couldn't find in other aspects of his life. It was one of the few things that hadn't reminded him of Kiva. Though as time wore on, the grief was not so profound. Oh he still missed her, and he would not talk about her, but after 3 years he was finally moving on a little bit.

"Tanks oi plan ter take dat trade if oi can."

He smiled at the mention of babies and turned to look at her fully. Babies, he always liked babies. He would have liked his own, but that was a time long gone past. He tilted his head and smiled again. Babies were the future of a pack. They made it or broke it, really. He was so pleased that perhaps the two lovebirds had worked it out.

"Does dat mean yer an' scimitar 'av worked it oyt den? dare 'ill be more babies comin'? oi wouldn't mind dat trade either."