Blackfeather Woods My God, you've gotten fat

It seemed Potema paid no mind to her foul mood, and for that, she was grateful. While she did not like to complain, it seemed she had little or no energy or muse to go about certain tasks she had carried about as apart of her daily routine before she became fat. Now, everything seemed unappealing, from running to hunting, she would rather move at a paced lope than the latter. But, she figured, Potema could not cure a lazy mindset, and she swiftly ignored the fact. However, she could name a few, at the top of her head. 

"Aches, hunger, cramps," She let out, tiredly. This was not what she signed up for. Well, she had not signed up for anything really, it just kind of.. happened. Perhaps the symptoms seemed so bad due to the fact that this was her first litter, opposed to being an experienced mother. Maybe, next time around, if it ever happened, the side effects would not be as nearly unbearable as she made them out to be. Then again, she was not entirely sure she was willing to go through it again just to pop more children out of her stomach. As for now, the result seemed highly unrewarding, despite not having experienced the "miracle" of birth. Either way, it could not be as amazing as said; her children would serve a purpose rather than existing as an accessory.