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.

Serein had the ability to make Disa say and do stupid things. Something about the glum mother-to-be inspired her to push the limits of her social skills, and the results never quite landed. Her compliments were often just statements, and it was difficult to see them as positive observations - you are round, you have a face, you do not smell so bad today.

She shuffled back to Serein's den now, feeling that she should qualify that round was in fact a good thing - a biological triumph. 

Late-stage pregnancy had the dusky female looking like a blimp attached to four twigs. Disa could not help but stare as she drew near - the skin on Serein's belly had stretched, making small saucers out of her nipples. There were so many. "You have big nipples," Disa announced, because that paired so well with round.