tales of a hilarious pregnancy: origins

It hadn't occurred to Bazi that an official announcement was in order. She presumed the pack would just 'know', but how could they? She kept the worst of her vomiting private, and beyond that it was standard behaviour for wolves to eat plant matter and throw it back up again as part of maintaining a healthy digestive system. Thinking about it, she could not recall making a big deal of her pregnancy to anyone except Scimitar, to whom she attributed the sole blame for her condition. That bastard.

"Well..yes!" she croaked, wagging her tail in time with Kieran. His joy at the news filled her with pride, and the very briefest of senses that yes, it would all be worth it in the end. Bazi manoeuvred into a sitting position, legs shaking awkwardly under her slight form. If anything, she had lost weight. "Won't I be all droopy?" she enquired, fixing him in a stare that was cut short by realization and a swift shake of her head. "Urgh, no, why would you know - unless you were a midwife in your past life, right?" Bazi rolled her eyes and barked a laugh. "What's ginger?"