Porcupine Ridge I'm not going without you, and you're not going alone

His excitement was contagious, but it bubbled into nervousness in his expecting mate. Her belly was beginning to show their greatest vulnerability. Meyl was, undeniably, expecting their first - especially her first - litter. 

She was excited, yes, for both their pack in its fragile, infant state, and for the start of their family; but almost scared for the approaching day on which the young she-wolf would be a mother. 

Her belly had begun to grow heavier, though, through her fur, it was barely noticeable. 

Trying to let her thoughts return to excitement, she asked, ... what we be callin' ourselves, grá? For the pack - titles be common here, aren't they?