Moonspear you make it seem you're sacred

Relatively rapid growth of her unborn puppies in the last span of two weeks had finally arrived her at her most troublesome symptom of all: feeling this crowded out in her own body. While only the beginning of it, for her guesses based on the turn of the moon left her at least several more days of this, she came to recognize it almost immediately and with great dismay. An appetite from hell and a moodiness that came and went with less predictability than the weather were all one thing, yet this, she hated it so much more.

She sat all sprawled out in the softest, nearest spot of grass she could find with her ears pulled back and eyes fixed on some di point on the faraway horizon--desperate to reach beyond this body and not have to concern herself with it for, oh, about the next moon or so--all while fighting the urge to just go nap again. Gladly, she would do just that if not for how uncomfortable she was. Not only were the puppies growing, but they were active this afternoon too; she knew there was no hope in trying until later.

She tried to will them into a state of likewise zen, although based on the hard lines of her expression and quiver to her lips, hers was a struggling grasp too.

When that failed, she got up, paced a circle then returned to right where she'd been. Before laying back down, she scratched softly at the earth, annoyed, and plunking down with a sharp huff. She tried stretching out a different way, and maybe just marginally, it helped.. until her hunger decided just then was the best time to remind her that her last meal had been awfully small, and not-so-recent now that the afternoon was almost through... 

Her ears couldn't pin down any further.