It's called Pregnancy!

Recluse’s pregnancy did not go without notice, and when the young alphess called for Jigsaw Deathbelle invited herself along behind. Her pace was slow, but she had no need to move quickly these days. The responsibilities Recluse put on her were nothing compared to what she had been used to as the Empress. Those days were gone now and she did her best to somewhat embrace early retirement. There were things in life besides power she wished to pursue.

Another good reason to talk to her niece. The once Empress held a smirk on her features, a default expression among the Klein. Her dark and splattered fur shining in the moonlight as she navigated the nook and appeared before the Seraphim. She tilted her head curiously, interested to see what the boy had to say. ”Good evening, Recluse.” Belle offered warmly as she eyed the girl’s rounded belly.