The heat of winter

Theta stared deadpan as the woman replied. Theta *knew that was one of the ways to get rid of it, but that wasn’t the answer she had wanted. Pups were the last thing she wanted to deal with, especially her own. Knowing her she’d probably leave them somewhere to die before she took care of them.

Theta’s eyes just bored into the elderly woman as she said “That isn’t a solution.” It might have been a solution but it sure as heck wasn’t one she wanted to use “Having pups is a job for people who want them.” Her voice had gone slightly more monotone. She wanted actual answers, although she might not get any from this wolf. Maybe they’d lived their whole life just to breed pups and raise them, the idea made Theta want to vomit.