Sun Mote Copse I imagine so many things

"That's up to you," Towhee replied slowly, pausing before tossing in her two cents, "although I told Niamh that I think it's probably a waste of time." She winced even as she said it, thinking of Finley, and her orange eyes lowered. "I really hate to say it. But can we afford for our members to risk aimlessly wandering the wilderness, looking for Sugar or any of the others?" Of course, they all wanted to do that, Towhee included, but she was nothing if not pragmatic and it was, simply put, impractical. Experience had showed her that.

Looking up again so she wouldn't miss anything Wraen might have to say on the matter, she caught the mention of litters. She blinked, her face slowly taking on a quizzical expression. If Phox and Niamh could sort out their issues, that was one. Towhee absolutely was not banking on her own (or so she told herself). Who else was there? It slowly dawned on her that Wraen must be thinking of Elwood and Finley. Towhee recalled her intimate conversation with her godmother but said nothing. That was far too personal a discussion to share with anyone else. But particularly given recent events, Towhee sincerely doubted there would be any more litters from the Blackthorn matriarch and patriarch.