An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You’ll be happy to know there’s nothing wrong. You’ve got a small litter, that’s all, just the one pup.”
Will stiffened. “One?” It wasn’t unheard of, but it was rare.
“If I may, Mr. Graham, you’re very young to be having a litter,” the doctor said gently.
The boys get some news and grow closer















