Silvertip Mountain Whale incoming.

Mara stiffened when the alpha bared her teeth, but relaxed when Zaria did as well. She seemed much more open and friendly, which she found comforting, and when the smaller wolf—well, shorter—said she was good, made Mara even more delighted, it seemed she was taking pregnancy a bit better than she had anticipated. "I'm glad to hear that," She shared a small smile, before going on. "Pregnancy is quite the pain, though I wouldn't know myself." She admitted, which was sorta obvious from her young age.

Her comment on size made her laugh. "I wouldn't go that far." The fae admitted, shaking her head a bit. Zaria then asked how many she should expect, and with that Mara loomed closer to her, but cautiously, in case she would lash out from her closeness, before taking in the rest of the space she looked up at Zaria with an expression asking: "May I?" as in to observe her ever growing belly.

Thank you, by the way! ^^