Deepwood Weald My life is like a Maury episode

Kusuma wishes to dig own whelp den. More quiet, less scent to confuse and scare Kusuma. 

Her nose drew downward to her paws, before she glanced at the aging she-wolf. Her stomach was rounder than Kusuma's - and they had to be at least somewhat the same. Talis had smelt of her heavily. She expected their litters to arrive almost in tandem. 

But it meant that... she carried more, surely? 

What if that was why Talis looked at her more than he looked at the coyjackal? He wanted many children, and what if she held more than her? What if he forgot about her again because Wolf was drowning in pups? 

He already had stated that he found Kusuma childish- 

shush. 

Kusuma does not know where Kazakir - Kusuma-... brother- went- and Kusuma-ma and Kusuma-da are across Big Lake. Kusuma will never see them again... All kin Kusuma has is litter to come. Kusuma is alone in world she not understand, words Kusuma not know... Kusuma wants Talis to be friend ... but not only for pup she carry. the words came slowly, her knowledge of common stretched to full capacity. 

Her eyes looked to the she-wolf, and back at the pale coyote. Kusuma started to think that Talis only care for her because pups are Talis-blood. That once born, Talis won't be friend. Be too busy with other pupmothers to... notice her.