Sun Mote Copse you woke the world inside of me

The obviously pregnant wolf failed to acknowledge her question.
"Waa-waa-waat now?" Odessia asked.
That was—by far–the most outlandish name she had ever heard in her life. She was pretty certain this wolf was messing with her, but she was not entirely sure how to determine if that was true or not. Recognizing tone was not her strong suit by any means.
"Is that what you are? A corpse?" she asked, her voice somewhere between skeptical and outright terrified.
Odessia was pretty certain now that this wolf was trying to pull one over on her. Although if she were an undead entity, that would be even more terrifying than a misunderstanding—maybe. Could the undead even get knocked up? Did she die while knocked up, and she was now sentenced to walk the earth for all eternity carrying around her unborn children? Was that better or worse than having the undead children?!
Odessia tried to mask her quickly spiraling thoughts on the matter. Maybe that explained her gobbledygook name. It could have been her "undead" name, given to her when she crossed over to the other side (wherever that was).