Ankyra Sound we live through scars this time

The wolf jumped upwards in shock, and Maude bit back a cackle at the sight, though it seeped through the snarled teeth. She sat back, nibbling indiscriminately at her paw in order to tear the dark material from her fur. She looked over the female as she settled — though the woman hid her stomach from view the scent was unmistakable: pregnancy. Low caches an' a pregnant wench? 'Tis gettin' better, me luck. Maude grumbled to herself, tearing a hefty chunk of fur from her paw. Are yew t'reason our caches are low, fatty? She smirked, baring yellow-tinted fangs in a semblance of a smile.