Sun Mote Copse Like a phoenix.

It took almost no time at all for Niamh to accept the fact that Towhee had become a mother, and that Raven had been wrong. As she went hunting, she pondered to herself if any of her hunches had instead simply been her instincts telling her that Towhee was pregnant. Outwardly, she hadn't hadn't shown signs of being with child-like nor had her personality shown the influence of a great deal of hormones, unlike the way pregnancy treated Niamh. But something had told her to hold onto hope- and accepting the new truth made Niamh gleefully happy. 

She caught a hare and brought it with her toward the log where Towhee made her home, and even though she felt as though she was starving, she was happy to offer it to Towhee, so she could regain some of her strength. Niamh's belly sagged with the promise of more life to join their family yet- it would be a busy spring. 

She chuckled happily as sh approached Towhee, the dead hare swinging from side to side as she carried it, before she lay it down near Towhee, and gve her friend a happy luck on the top of her head before she sank to the ground, wriggling a bit to make room for her ballooned belly. "Ugh. You do pregnancy so much better than I do, I'll say that for sure," She joked, stretching to relieve some of the pain in her lower back, where her heavy belly caused it to sag. "How're ya feelin', Baby-Momma?" She asked revelling in how good it felt to say those words.