Redhawk Caldera these words get overused

Fox had been grooming her belly when she realized something was... off. She stopped mid-lick to inspect her stomach at length, wondering why it looked so different. It was the same color: red and white, so that hadn't changed. She was fairly certain she hadn't grown another nipp—"Holy shit!" she beamed, once it dawned on her. The hair on her stomach had thinned, and her boobs looked, well, bigger. Fox sprung to her feet, did a little bouncy wolf dance, and then yelled at the top of her lungs, "I'VE GOT BABIES IN ME!"

Maaaaybe it was too early to tell, but she remembered her aunt having the exact (well, almost) reaction when the same thing had happened to her. The overwhelming excitement was quickly replaced with the urgent need to tell anybody and everybody within her hearing range, but Fox resisted. Instead, she called specifically for @Finley. It seemed only proper that her best friend know first. And if Peregrine gave her shit about it, well... that was his problem. He'd humped her so many times he probably already knew that he'd put a dozen babies in her.