Stone Circle won't hide her under a bushel, no

Grayday -- his reassurance soothed her nerves, but every so often she would lick her lips anxiously --  introduced the dark woman as Valette, the beta and a friend of his, and she backed it up. Amber's ocean eyes roamed shamelessly and curiously over her pelt, noting the more chocolate-black hues rather than her raven-feather ones. 

The Ciel was happy to hear that she was welcome here, but not so much to have such a pressure on her shoulders; at once, her ears fanned down, brow furrowing. Her face twisted into something between guilt and shame -- she already couldn't hunt for herself, but now someone else had to feel pressured to hunt for her? Wasn't that Day's job, as her mate?

                         "No need to work any harder for my benefit, really. Once the pups are born and Day can keep them warm for an hour or two, I can hunt."

Weren't the hormones of pregnancy so lovely, with their mood swings?