Silvertip Mountain I've been poisoned, for sure.

Mara had once taken a course in the pack she was once in for pregnancy, since it was a largely praised thing in the pack. If a female wolf had become pregnant, it was the whole packs duty to look after her, keeping her the safest and healthiest members of the pack. It was often frowned upon if you didn't plan to have pups, or lacked fertility. So, in this course she had learned the average time for a female to be pregnant. "It's usually around nine weeks," she exclaimed. Remembering bits and pieces of the learning period, she recalled some of the largest symptoms of pregnancy in the first trimester. Nausea, check. Dizziness, check. Fatigue, check. The young wolf didn't remember much else, except a few basic procedures to care for a pregnant fae. 

The Alpha seemed to be finally taking in the fact that she was actually pregnant. Mara hoped she wouldn't be so moody if she ever was pregnant, not to be offensive towards Zaria, but she hated lashing out at others and vice versa. Although, in her opinion, knowing the she-wolf was going through a difficult time she wouldn't hold anything against her. If only they had met before this time, so she'd know who the Alpha really was. But, she believed she wouldn't be leaving Silvertip anytime soon, and her chance of meeting the real Zaria was quite high.