Swiftcurrent Creek all of my worries

Bazi welcomed the weight of her pack-mate's shoulder with a gentle nuzzle to the desert wolf's sleek ear. The two girls huddled close together in the failing light, watching the creek churn on as it had for thousands of years before their birth, and would continue to do when they and their troubles were made dust. But Bazi's mind was not on 'Circle of Life' shit - it was on birth and the logistics of making it happen.

"Well.. right, I have quite a few questions before that part, actually." Bazi cleared her throat, eyeing the river as she sorted through rows upon rows of questions. When they were sufficiently organized, her determined blue gaze fell on Paarthurnax's face again. "How do you know if you're.. you know, pregnant? Tuwawi knew, but she wasn't big straight away. And do you.. snap back? Afterwards, I mean."