Well Deserved Rest, or Maybe Not

"That's adorable," he told her, when she explained her family's tradition. "Then this litter the first names will be from your family and the middle names from mine. The next litter we swap the order around!" He loved the idea of combining both of their traditions into their future family and swapping it meant that they never had to give up one to be passed down. This was a compromise he could make easily. After all, she had given him his pack.

"How long does it take for a litter?" he asked, assuming that women knew these things. Their pack was almost stable, almost at a point when wolves might stay to support children. He didn't have a clue how close Fox had been to giving birth when they had left the Caldera, nor did he have an idea how long a female's heat lasted or when it occurred. This was his first year of being physically capable of producing children and everything was new.