Wren didn't quite expect Lillianna to understand. No wolf would understand unless they've had kids before. She remembered her first pregnancy was with Motif, who was also pregnant and getting super tired of lumbering around like there was a crocodile threatening to bite her if she took the wrong step. Ah, those were the good days. Now she was alone with this crap. Well. She had Bass, but he didn't understand. He was too male. Wren crossed her forelegs across her chest and pressed her chin into her fluffy, warmed chest, absorbing the comfort with a smile as silence swept over the pair. But it didn't last too long, thank goodness. She hated when things go awkward, especially during pregnancy.
Lillianna stated her opinion on pregnancy in general, and Wren laughed aloud, her voice raspy and low. Yeah, pregnancy was a pain in the behind. But in the end, its worth it when you give birth to pups you love and adore for their rest of their precious lives. Just the stress, the process in general...it was icky. But she hoped this didn't change how Lillianna felt about her own pregnancy in the future. That is not what she intended. "Ah, yeah. They are tough to bring into the world, to deal with as womb-fuzzies, and when they are young and reckless. But you have this unconditional love for them forever...and its nice to have that feeling. It really is." Wren glanced up at the russet girl and smiled. "Do you plan on having any?"
