Sun Mote Copse you woke the world inside of me

Waa-waa-waat did not clarify on her name, but at least she clarified the second part. She was not, in fact, an undead pregnant wolf roaming this land for all eternity. That was one mystery solved at least. She continued, seeming to recognize Odessia on some level (or at least be very curious about her). The name "Moonglow" did not ring any bells at all.
"Nope," she said, "never even heard of 'Moonglow' before. This 'Summerwalkers' thing, are you one of those woo-woo packs?"
Odessia was beginning to notice a trend in the names Waa-waa-waat mentioned at least. All nature-based, which the loner certainly liked.
Her gaze fell back to the rotund belly of the other wolf, staring at it a bit too long and hard. She wondered what it was like being pregnant, having to carry around all that weight all the time. If it was fun at all, it had to be type two fun*. Odessia had never been up close and personal with the birthing process either, but she could not imagine that being very pleasant. She was not even sure if it would qualify as type three fun**. She swallowed hard, wondering if she would ever have the instinctual urge to procreate. She sure hoped not.

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* Type two fun: the kind of fun that is really only fun because you can say that you did it. Think "running a marathon" or "riding your bike one hundred miles in a day." It may still be fun overall, but there is some element of tremendous effort and suffering.
** Type three fun: no explanation for this one, just thought it would be funny to add.