Otter Creek I like the way they all scream

We should try for a baby. 
Just how big were these creatures if a baby was suitable to feed both of them? The hole was no bigger than an animal roughly the size of a bobcat. 
A warning about the outcome of her Reign, and Nem tried not to scoff. 
"If you think a mutiny is how I got here, you're mistaken. I was arranged to mate with a male from an allied pack. An unworthy male desired me, and when denied, raised a challenge. He had coated his mouth in poison, swallowing honeycomb to keep it from affecting him. My father naturally died from his injuries. In My pack it was custom that in that case, all ranked shewolves of the pack are either taken as slaves, or killed and eaten. Pups are slaughtered to bring their mothers back into heat." 
It was a bloody way of life, but she was born into it and knew nothing else. 
"My escorts lead me to safety so the Bloodbourne name would continue." 
The subject of Donovan was brought up, and Nemisis abandoned her digging yet again, despite the panicked squealing now beginning to be audible. 
"I am his equal. His partner. I don't know what it is I desire....but I know I desire more from him. There is a weakness I am overcome by whenever in his presence." She sighed, angry at allowing herself to become so vulnerable. "I want him as mine. I want to be the only mother of his pups. I want him to pay attention to me alone. Is that too great a thing to ask from the one I'm supposed to be ruling beside?" 
She asked, words tumbling from her mouth as though she had tasted rotten carrion. 
"If he takes another, I am replaced. And I will not be replaced."