Lion Head Mesa fucked around and got attached to you

Pregnancy had made her clumsy, but even so, Serein was diligent in her self-assigned task. It was only a few days prior that she had discovered the first of what would turn into many bones of wolves long gone. In the time since, Serein had transformed her den to something less like a home and more like a study in the most essential anatomy of the deceased.

She turned a rib bone over between her paws, gnawing at the ridged end of it. Her swollen belly was pronounced in this position, prone on her side. Serein paused to pluck an errant tuft of fur from her bared skin. Redness bloomed over the tender flesh, but she hardly noticed. She'd been plucking herself bald for days now, driven by the least glamorous of instincts.