Sun Mote Copse Like a phoenix.

This time, Niamh pitched something that Towhee loved and embraced immediately. -"That's it,"- she said, remembering to sign this time, her movements so exuberant that Meerkat began to fuss. The Regent quickly made to soothe her. Fortunately, the newborn settled down as soon as her mother did, so her orange eyes lifted again and she said, without signing this time, "Neema and Towma. I love it."

And now she was all the more excited for Niamh's litter to get here, so she and Meerkat could move in with them. At the same time, Towhee knew she shouldn't wish away these early days with her baby. Who knew if she'd ever get this chance again? Wraen had raised the idea in her mind, yet Towhee didn't dare speculate at this point. She was very much invested in the present she'd never thought she'd have. The future—all of it—could wait.

Murmuring happily under her breath, Towhee began to lick Meerkat simply for the pleasurable bonding aspect of it and for no other reason. Between passes of her tongue, she glanced up at Niamh and grinned, savoring this family moment for all she was worth.