Redsand Canyon where habits have teeth and the words carry knives

Aquene was panting, trying to collect her own breath as she looked up at the woman, a soft chuckle as she shifted in order to rise to her paws, taking the compliment with a grin on her features. “Thank you… many times of avoiding expectant mothers fangs while helping them through labor, I suppose…” She joked before clearing her throat in a more awkward manner. How did she address it.
 
“I’m sorry to ask if it’s an uncomfortable topic… but I noticed… you have… parts…” Yeah, way to go Aquene… what a wonderful way to describe it. “I’ve never met an intersex wolf before… would you indulge me in a few questions? There are gaps in my knowledge from my lack of experience.” This was truly a treat if the woman would answer just one or two burning questions that the medic had always had. She was trying to contain her excitement for fear of appearing… weird.