Heron Lake Plateau thanks, I hate it

Towhee nodded gratefully at his, "I think so." When he mentioned Camilla in the same breath as Raven (and Poe? Who was that? Oh, yeah...), she knew her sister-in-law was in the best possible hands. She did glance over at her again, a worried crease appearing between her eyes. She looked bushwhacked. Towhee had made a lot of jokes about the birth destroying Camilla's bits, though they'd been just that: jokes. It seemed that, despite their small size, these pups—and their ill-fated siblings—had really done a number on their mother.

But fifty/fifty wasn't (weren't?) terrible odds. And if she had anything to do with it, these pups would grow up big and stronk. -I'm here for you guys,- she signed with slow, emphatic movements, catching Phox's eye, -in any way you need. Speaking of which,- she continued, pausing to assess the scene as a whole, -would you like a snack or anything? Or, like...-

She hesitated. She still didn't know the details about the birth and why it had taken place out in the open. Towhee didn't think it was important just now. She could get the gory details later. But for the moment, she couldn't help but wonder, -Should we move you guys somewhere more sheltered?- There was a hesitance to her signs, as if Towhee was afraid of stepping on toes. She didn't want to push either of the exhausted parents if there was good reason for being out here, yet she couldn't help but be the concerned aunt uncle funcle.