Swiftcurrent Creek Only dark skies that hang above

He couldn't say he was too surprised by her request; it was what most wolves wanted, right? A family of their own? Even if his own upcoming brood was made out of a lapse in judgement on his part, he would be happy to have children of his own finally. He dipped his head a little. You are not being rude, he began. I do not mind if you have a litter this year, he finished, hoping it might lift her spirits some. Maybe then his own children would have other children to make friends with? He shuffled a little on his front feet. Um, good luck in that endeavor, he offered, unsure what else to say on the matter. He was pretty sure what he had managed to come up with was probably the most uncomfortable thing to have said, but it was out now.