Sun Mote Copse Sweet child o' mine.

Having been in the process of sorting out a bit of her own discomfort, Niamh had been. Striding through the pack's territory near the centre of the claimed territory when she caught sight it Phox bolting through the woods. With a bark, she called him over- and as he grew near, the scents that followed him made Niamh recoil for a moment. She was only given a hasty explanation before he went off in search for Eljay- and left Niamh stunned for a few moments. 

Towhee had had a puppy!?

As she didn't know where to direct Phox, she wasn't sure if Eljay would make it in time so she decided, then, to go to Towhee in case she could be of any help. Having had children once didn't make her an expert, but she couldn't keep herself back. She followed Phox's tracks which led her to the site of Towhee's birth, though her tracks led away from that, and toward the nearest shelter she could find- a log. Fig was there, and Eljay had been found too, so she suspected Phox would turn up shortly. She gave Towhee a respectful distance, but leaned forward, peering over the shoulders of the others until she finally saw it- a healthy, beige-ish baby, nursing at it's mother's side. She grinned from earto ear, and couldn't contain a soft "Awwwwwwwwww!"