Otter Creek Dark souls stir inside me

The priestess' cycle had ended, thankfully, leaving her to walk about the flatlands without fear of attracting any unwarranted attention. And yet, she felt that she had not left this heat cycle unscathed. As she walked about the creek, her pelt glimmering in the pale moonlight, Meldresi stopped in her tracks, sensing something in her. Stirring, growing, feeding off of her. It could only be one thing, really.

Pups.

She had been pregnant before, but she had rarely carried full term. And when she did, her pups were sickly and died, because she forced them to be. Meldresi was not much of a motherly figure; neither was the Night Mother, her goddess, to be honest. The dark priestess narrowed her eyes, wondering if this had been the reason her goddess tasked her to find Moon Bane. So she could carry his children...