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She stepped back and gnawed at her lip, prepared to have her offering rejected. Towhee might end up more or less force-feeding the pups, which she hated. She felt some of the tension in her muscles loosen as Fennec went right for the meat slurry. Towhee wanted to praise her, maybe offer an encouraging nudge, but she didn't dare interfere. A steady wag of her tail would have to do.

She watched the tiny girl eat for a moment, then glanced over at Fig. -You too, buddy,- she signed over his sister's head, noting with a beat of surprise that he was abruptly looking back at her. -That just happen?- she marveled. -Congrats, now you can see your barf soup as well as smell and taste it. Now eat.- Of course, there was no way he knew what she was saying—or even that she was communicating at all—so Towhee coaxed him to feed by nudging him closer to the proverbial dinner table.