I'm not listening

“Looks that way.” she said pleasantly as he told her that it needed room, and was going to be cosy for the winter. It looked like he already had more pelts then she did in his den, he had certainly been working hard to prepare for winter.

“Ah, this is your fault” she said with a pleasant laugh. “With all that food on the cache pile I fear i’ve been eating more than I should. I can only go so far before it stops being winter fat and just becomes gluttonous.” she said, her chuckle fading to a regretful sigh.

She wasn’t exactly pleased with herself, it seemed she had a few things to be regretful for lately. This was only a mild one on the list, but still a nuisance.