Bearclaw Valley toothsome

The valley was quiet- which was just as well. The more she grew, the more defensive she became, and the less partial she was to outsiders. While she wanted an empire, she also found herself unwilling to go on a crusade just to find more warm bodies; besides, the ones within her grew and wiggled and writhed- they would be born soon, she felt. 

She growled as she approached Ancelin, a wag of her tail low at her ankles to express fondness. She moved alongside him and went to bump her shoulder against his, only to find that it was the sides of her belly that touched him first. She cackled.