Luckily Terra wasn't actually expecting him to bring home lovely catches. That would've been quite the disappointment, once she'd find out that he wasn't going to. Luckily, he knew that there was little danger, after that run-in at the food caches, that Terra actually thought Trent was going to hunt for her. It was embarrassing at the time, but now he was relieved they had been co-op thieves at the time (even if she had a better reason than he for being a thief).
"Of course," he said with a faux-noble voice, obviously playing along in Terra's joke, and somewhat mocking himself in the process. "So, do you have any names in mind yet?" Maybe the puppies made her sad right now - or rather, thinking of who sired them - but Trent knew that Terra had to love them, and it sounded like she wanted to make it work, for them. And from what he remembered back in his old pack, females adored talking about their little puppies-to-be. So maybe Terra had some ideas about her offspring, so far. Jokingly and with a grin he added, "You are going to name one after me, aren't you?"