Dragoncrest Cliffs footwork

She could pick them out from the rest by their bulging bellies. There was quite a difference, she noticed, between those two does and the others, and even the buck- while he was in good condition- wasn't nearly as round around the middle. There was a difference between being healthy and fit and well-fed and being pregnant. The bulge sat lower in their abdomens, ballooning out behind their ribs. 

"I do not know," She said in a fluty birdsong, barely above a whisper. It was harder to sing this way, and made her throat feel a bit scratchy. She would have to work on learning how to sing quietly, or how to whisper-sing, if that was at all possible. When Haunt mentioned conception, one of Chacal's ears flicked back. That was a very intimate subject, not one she'd ever really expected to discuss with anyone else unless she planned on finding a male to have children with...And she was still a year away from even being capable to conceive. But Haunt was fairly casual about the subject, which made Chacal aware, and not for the first time, that she might be a bit more immature than her counterpart. "I know," She confessed. Were they supposed to talk about this now? "My Maman told me." She said. Not that she wanted to share the entire conversation with Haunt, but she felt it might be enough to curtail the conversation a bit. She kept her gaze trained on the deer, hoping they might do something and distract Haunt from that uncomfortable conversation topic.