Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt

Yep it does!

Wylla remained unaware that several of her packmates were working to kit out a whelping den for her, so in the meantime, she'd selected a clearing surrounded by Engelmann spruce trees and dug a modest den directly into the ground. A small part of her was nostalgic for the mouldy log she'd left behind in Swiftcurrent Creek, but those days were behind her. The den was bare and minimalistic, which would make it easy to abandon if and when she ever figured out what Quellcrist and Ainhoa were working on.

Mahler knew where to find her regardless where she went. Her fellow Eisen kept a closer eye on her than she expected—last time she'd done this more or less completely on her own. Having someone dote on her was a nice change of pace, though her pride wouldn't allow her to admit it. She was lounging in the clearing, inspecting her belly and concluding based on her minimal previous experience that there was probably only one pup in there (she wasn't much, if any, larger than she had been with Tiercel) when he came upon her, dropping a tantalizingly fat bird and chuckling through a joke.

Absolutely not, she said, rolling onto her side and stretching her forelegs out as though to ward him away. Don't you know it's rude to look at a lady's body?