To say that Ginkgo felt conflicted was an understatement. He followed the runner and kept pace with his fellow officer - it was hardly a grueling one and although the snow hadn't completely thawed and the flay was growing back, although not quite as rapidly as he would like, the day was a fine and warm one.
Frith was smiling on them, all things considered.
What she said, though, made the smaller, tawny furred buck nearly pause in his tracks. He missed a step, if anything and his lips turned into a small frown. He cared for Dogsbane dearly and yet it was something he didn't openly speak about, whether it was out of embarrassment or simply because he didn't often express his feelings for those around him was unclear to even him and his amber eyes flicked towards the gray buck that he had reluctantly grown to care for deeply. That frown slowly faded, though, as her words actually sunk in. He knew Dogsbane wanted a litter more than anything and he'd had to explain to the younger buck countless times that it simply wasn't possible for two males to procreate(something that really should have been obvious to any rabbit, besides). He knew it was what Dogsbane wanted and the buck had expressed no interest in does enough to father his own litter.
Ginkgo, on the other paw, found them rather pleasant. He'd had an eye on Mud Flower, but knew Dogsbane was jealous of her and did not often bring her up.
"Yes, I agree with you. The owsla should be kittening and the does in owsla especially - they are particularly strong." They had to be to become owsla, a rank dominated by bucks. "Cocklebur expressed interest in Alderberry, but she hasn't taken and you are quite the fine doe, Crocus. Your kittens would be a promising addition to the warren's future." He faltered for a moment, however.
"As for us, though, I do not know that we would be able to become parli." He was sure she understood what he meant.
