Redhawk Caldera Druid II: fairlight cracktro.

The fatigue persisted. Towhee listened to her body, cutting her patrol schedule in half and spending the rest of her time resting in the Hobbit Hole. She was there now, whilst a thunderstorm heralded the arrival of autumn. She leaned against the northern wall, watching the rain fall and fighting the heaviness of her eyelids.

Everything smelled more intense when the air was this wet, herself included. Towhee’s drooping eyelids snapped open when she caught a whiff of her own scent, which told her she wasn’t just herself anymore. She had never before experienced this phenomenon, with herself or any other she-wolf, yet Towhee abruptly knew she was carrying pups—beyond a shadow of a doubt.

And yet, disbelief was her first reaction as she sat up straighter and mumbled, Does anyone else smell that?

Please feel free to infer your character is already in the den with her. :)