Lost little lamb

He sighed, maybe she shouldn't have pushed it. Suddenly she was afraid as he pulled her down to his side. He wouldn't look at her as he told her.

She nodded, and she looked to the fire. It could be easier for them if they only watched the flames as he told her. She listened intently, the flames dancing before her. Weaving into a song she could not hear as her ears were tuned to his voice. Issues caught early are fine... A large pup though could be life threatening. Damn... her mind burst forth with her galaxy of questions. Her eyes danced back and forth, and her paw rubbed the floor with one pad. Birth was a hell of a lot more complicated than she thought.

She wanted to whine and say she didn't want to go see Ollie but she knew... She knew she had to if she had to have answers to all her damn questions.

There was an irking thought shoving its way forward. Did she want these questions answered? The thought shoved its way through the clouding spiraling weaving vines of questions. Like a large bubble of gas escaping from the depths of the deepest ocean. Rushing rushing rushing forth, through her lips before it was fully thought.

"I want them." Loud as a stage whisper. It was a knowing deep in her bones, nothing an answer to a question would sway. Her eyes were locked on the flames, like a trance, where her masks could fall away.

The way her heart leaped, and her stomach settled, and her bones stilled. The way her mind quieted as if she had entered the Col straight from the Market. A calm settled into her skin like never before. Maybe it came from the same urge that drove her to climb as high as she could when she could, or perhaps the same drive that held her captive when a new idea took hold.

"I want them. I want yours." She said again, stronger, turning slowly toward him, peeling her eyes away from the flames. The idea of them had driven her to her freedom, the idea of them as free members of the pack and not chattel. Her curiosity of what they might look like, would they have his eyes or hers? Black fur or white? Would they cry in the night and she could soothe them the way she had so desperately wanted to be soothed? Would they have a strong fighter? Would they have an artist? Those were the questions she wanted answered. And every child would be new and different!

"Speech"