Seaside Moors When there ain't a crack in the foundation

I will. Though he hoped nothing of the sorts would come to that. He hadn't spent much time around pregnant women in his years, this was perhaps his first being in a pack long enough to see the products of breeding season. It was strange, like a whole new world he had just been exposed to, and this time, he was interested in being a part of it all from beginning to end.

Her words caught his attention, curiously he had to ask despite it seeming like a strange question to ask, even for him. Does it actually make a difference? From the sound of it, it sounded as if the choice of the father did either make the pregnancy a good one or a terrible one, not that he thought of the presence of Rosalyn's last litter being nonexistent cross his mind and perhaps that he himself still being here is what made it "different".

For him right now, he imagined different donors reacting differently to a female - which would be the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.