Safely away from the warrior and hunter, you chuckle, patting your hefty, heaving belly with your left hand, as you hold it up with your right. Deciding it was time to return to the pack's den, you head off, waddling along with the extra weight in your middle, very obviously bulging out with it's still squirming occupant. Belching nosily, you smirk, and begin making your way home, working your way through the overgrown woodlands, avoiding the wandering undead that might actual stand a chance to kill you with such a massive weight holding you down.

The journey was long and slow, and by the time you were back, your belly was stilled - but still very much distended. You burped again as you entered the den, earning a few gazes of surprise and jealousy. Especially from the gloating male that had sent you off on your way to get a meal. Walking past him, he frowns softly, watching as you go off to sleep off your meal where everyone can see your successful hunt, and watch as the poor rogue slowly faded away.

The next morning came, you awake with a yawn, noticing your brothers and sisters - those who had been lucky enough to get a meal anyway - shitting out the remains of their dinners. Joining them, you squat over the smelly pile, beginning to add to it, letting the rogue reenter the world as nothing but fertiliser, in an even bigger pile of shit and fractured bones.