Lucy you got some ‘splainin’ to do

It wasnt often that Valentine sought him out, so when the howl came Chaos was immediately curious. And, to be quite honest, concerned. Glen had never been the sort of dad who called for his kids just to talk so if he was calling it was for a very specific, cant wait until the next time they ran across each other sort of reason, and those sorts of reasons were rarely good. So Chaos wasted no time in loping across the territory towards Valen's den, and coming to a semi-dignified stop in front of the old man. "Hey," he greeted with careful casualness, but before he could say more, a particularly loud chorus of squeaks that sounded suspiciously like puppies erupted from under Valen's tractor, and Chaos' brain stuttered to a rather poleaxed halt. "Uh," he managed, and with that word something loosened in his brain and he raised his brows at Valen. "Isnt Rhythm a little old for birthing pups?" he said as delicately as possible. Like... the kind of too-old that certain activities could prove fatal, like the whole pregnancy and birthing thing.