Hell

Her mate drew nearer, and she only listened lazily. Only when he came toward her face did she acknowledge him again, her tail twitching in the hint of a pleased wave... but as the feather came toward her face, she lurched upward to snap at it. It was in vain; instead, she let out a mighty sneeze. The strength of it coursed through her and seemed to disturb the life within. Again they moved, but this time with more vehemence.

Looking to her stomach, her tail truly waved this time. They were strong, weren't they. Already. She gestured to her belly that had dropped rather than rounded (as all wolves did), letting him near for all of a second. She could not help but bare her fangs despite the offer she had given... She was all beast, and nothing but. They danced within, stopping at intervals, giving their proof of true life. Certainly, what moved within her was not just one.