Swiftcurrent Creek Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands

The woman stepped close to brush muzzles.

Jakoul offered a soft nibbling of teeth through the short fur of her chin. A silent thank you as her tail tiredly thumped across the fox-fur floor.

She was in no place to be a recluse anymore. Life would soon burst from her and she knew she must have support. Otherwise she would likely...spiral. Perhaps. Maybe she still would, who knew?

A nodded head, the sign of an understanding patient. One who silently soaked in this new bond and all the things that might come with it.

As for symptoms? She grinned but it seemed more like a grimace. Yes. She heaved out the word. Both! Everything! Her pregnancy was not a beautiful glow but a long suffering.

What take?