Moonspear morning sickness, xyz

All welcome!

If there had been any doubt before now, it was gone.

Her belly had dropped but a measure; none but those with a keen enough eye would recognize this (the near-entirety of her family). Her desire for food had spiked; she was insatiable, and her hunger seemed endless. She suffered bouts of morning sickness, but that seemed to be dwindling as of late, a fortuitous thing. This morning, however, it presented itself to her again moments after she roused. She could not find it in herself to be miserable by the whole ordeal—in fact, she took it as a sign of strength.

With a sigh, she pushed herself to a seated position and gazed down upon her belly. Within grew little warriors; the mountains next generation of strong and capable wolves. She—with the help of Dirge—had done this, and to think of what was to come made her proud. Now shifting to a stand, Hydra looked around her with a cursory sniff. Dirge was likely fetching her something to eat, but perhaps she ought to find him so together they could bring down larger fare...

Why not both, though?

In the meantime, Hydra would not grow soft; she wanted to find out what her body was capable of doing in the times of its change, and would test herself.