Swiftcurrent Creek homage

Reverie's mind was moving almost too quickly for her own comprehension. They were still in the early stages, when all that could be done was wait and — suffer. Pregnancy was so like an illness that she couldn't help but think of Jakoul the same way she might a sick wolf. Her eyes followed the gesture to the fox pelt, and instead of seeing it as an option for her own comfort, she saw a threat. The pups were liable to suffocate in such fur, at least in their early days. So she took the thing and bundled it further and tucked it as far into the corner of the den as she could.
Just until the pups are older and it's safe for them, She explained softly, and resettled near Jakoul. They would be waiting for some time, and it only felt right to fill the silence with thoughts of something positive. Something less trying than what lay ahead of them. When - this is all done, maybe we can do something to celebrate? Whatever you want, Jakoul. I'll stay with you for awhile, if you like. She was only speaking idly, almost rhetorically; meant to give hope but not meant to inspire an answer. There would be time for that later. For now she only wanted to distract the woman from her pain.