Bramblepoint i hope it's already too late

bathsheba listened quietly as the coyote spoke. he was more informative than she had expected, and her tall ears tilted with interest. pups to come. "that would change things," the lynx commented aloud, though her tones were more for herself than for him. 
bathsheba studied her counterpart for a moment. "and what of you? didn't feel the call this year?" she said in a vaguely teasing way, aware that they did not trust one another, but neither posed an imminent danger to the opposite stranger.