Sun Mote Copse and the irish guy wins the joke.

Eljay began to explain slowly, hesitantly. Liffey listened patiently, her curiosity climbing higher and higher as he stumbled across his words to finally tell her (or at least allude to) the thing that had happened between them. Her eyebrows climbed to the top of her forehead in delighted surprise at the news and she had to fight to hold her tongue in order to allow him to finish.

"Oh my gosh, Jay," she said, a little breathless with emotion, "You're going to be a dad? That's so amazing, congratulations!" She leaned forward to nuzzle his cheek, her tail wagging excitedly. She was going to be an Aunt! She wondered briefly how long ago this had occurred. How wonderful would it be for their kids to be born around the same time? Not that they'd get to play together as pups, but eventually, they could visit each other and...

Liffey slowed herself back down and refocused. "Well, I don't really know Wildfire all that well, but mating and having a family together is one of the most intimate things you can do with someone," she offered, "So if she chose you to do these things with, I would take that as a pretty good sign. Does she want to raise them together? With you, I mean?" She considered Wildfire's past with the woman who had formerly been her mate. They had obviously found a donor to assist with building their family, which might suggest that she had only been looking for the same thing with Eljay. Except for the fact that it was Eljay, and who in the world could possibly use someone like her sweet, loving, devoting brother in that way?