Sun Mote Copse Like a phoenix.

Towhee offered to stay put, but that idea made Niamh wrinkle her nose a bit and shake her head. "I prolly won't pop these out until mid April, which is another month away; why don't you take Bronco's den until then?" she suggested again, not finding herself particularly fond of the idea of her friend being stuffed into a log until April. 

She smiled, seeing Towhee caress her child's soft fur with her cheek, and sat back a bit as she tried to think about how full she felt this year as compared to last year. "Well, I'm gettin' fatter quicker this year, so prolly a dozen or somethin'," She said. "However many it takes to make a plague of puppies," It was hard to imagine that puppies could ever be thought about as a plague- but if all of a sudden there were to be 24 or more puppies to feed...It would at least create problems, if not be considered some sort of emergency.