God, she felt miserable. Kip stumbled out from behind a bush, where she'd just emptied her stomach for the second time that day, leaving a sour taste in her mouth. Nausea was a constant throughout her pregnancy, but she was genuinely getting sick of it - no pun intended. Her stomach was huge at this point, but Kip remained small everywhere else, and she didn't know if she should be concerned about that or not.
It was all gross. She hated every second of this. The pups had better be so cute, for all her suffering.
The tiny woman padded down to the waterside and leaned down to take a drink, parched after the whole throwing-up-everything-she-had-ever-eaten debacle. Her fur was unkempt and she knew she looked a mess - she'd been sleeping for the most part for the last several days, and she knew she should probably have a better den dug out, but she hadn't thought much about that at all recently. She just felt tired.