Redsand Canyon amarillo

Pups?

Crowfeather’s mouth gaped. He was unsure of how to answer that question, as he had never held a mate and had been told as a boy that he would never know children of his own. The young shadow had crossed those ideas from his mind at an early age. He had only considered the idea of children when he had grown closer to Germanicus. Even then, the children that he saw in those daydreams all looked like the Imperator.

I- I do not know. Not for myself… I have no mate. I have no one who would wish to be that.

The dark figure frowned thoughtfully. He glanced toward Silvertongue with a curious glint in the gold of his eyes.

I do wish for there to be children, though. There must be- so that we can grow.

Did Silvertongue expect pups in the spring? Children for herself and the wolf she loved? Did she love another?