Gyrfalcon's Keep Woodsmoke and oranges

He succumbed to her invitation with the same obedient willingness that he had before- though there was something of a question in his eyes. Still feeling buoyant from the discovery herself, she smiled at him, appraising him once more for all that he was- a great fortress of dark stone, of fearsome build but mild temperament. Good genetics, she thought, just as she had before- and she'd been lucky enough to catch his eye. 

"If you do not see," She said, before she straightened up a bit and shimmied her shoulders. "I am glowing." She purred, leaning forward and into her forepaws, so as to stretch her abdomen lightly. There, the faint but unmistakable presence of a baby bump would be better seen.