[gre-y]

Huxley nodded. It was only a matter of time before they were attacked. They weren't exactly in a position for fighting back, but he was working on it. He looked up as he mentioned litters. "Well, it'll have to," he smiled slightly. "You agreed to producing one." The male said, running his hands through his hair. He had wanted more than one litter, but didn't want to put Zephyr into something he didn't want to do a second time.