Larksong Grotto Thy wicker feet may tread these roads

Jhala tried her damnedest to move around the territory, but she was so fat by now it was sort of a pain. She wasn't sick anymore, but everything hurt and she waddled more ungracefully than she ever had in her life. She was unhappy and uncomfortable, and even knowing that she was making Reek happy didn't help. 

She heard the call when she was trying to patrol(can't stop a guardian from guarding). Her paws her heavy but she used all the extra piss for marking the borders, which was a nice advantage to the whole pregnancy thing. She stood before the pale creature across the border, eyeing the rabbit. For a moment she simply stared at it, before turning her head and throwing up beside her. It was unfitting for any sort of leadership, but she was pregnant, and the rabbit made her absolutely sick. "Please," she muttered, "Hide that." After a moment she regained whatever composure she had left and stood tall, avoiding the thought of the dead creature nearby the man. Her size was impressive as always, but her sides were swollen and her eyes were dulled and heavy-- lacking their usual sunny glow. 

"What do you want?"