Sun Mote Copse Like a phoenix.

Towhee was glowing, and Niamh was glad to see that both her first pregnancy and birth had left her basking in happiness and health. Niamh, of course, envied her for enduring a pregnancy free of symptoms- as she found them to be more of an uncomfortable nuisance than anything, but considering the fact that Towhee had believed that she wouldn't get to experience the wonder she felt now...She would have completely understood Towhee's feelings. Still-she was a self-centered wolf, currently feeling bloated and uncomfortable, and that set a bit of a shield in front of her eyes forcing her to see from primarily her own perspective.

When Towhee moved, she was better able to see the little beige-ish pup nestled at her side and she made a small, high-pitched squee anf though Towhee wouldn't have heard it, there was no hiding the smile that ear to ear smile. 

When asked about her den, Niamh perked her ears. "Oh, dude- I got the den all scoped out an' done up. Might have to get Phox to make it a bit bigger 'cause I like 'em cramped, but of course!" she replied. A second later, she remembered her own birting habits. "Though...I kinda like having...My space...When I go into labour," She said. "Y'know, Bronco's got a den- I can prolly kick him out an' you could stay there 'til I pop out these Rugrats, an' then we can all bunk together?" she said. She tended to boot everyone out of the den until she was done giving birth- as she was an over-protective birther, but had no qualms with sharing space once her children were born.