Sun Mote Copse A cross between a zombie apocalypse and big Bobby "The Brain" Heenan

Having just gone through this herself a few weeks back, Towhee liked to think she intuitively understood @Niamh's head space at present. Even without her personal experience, she knew how to conduct herself around a freshly postpartum mother and her newborns. No matter how much Towhee wanted to get inside that den with them, she held back and instead kept vigil just outside as frequently as she could manage. Sometimes, she brought Meerkat with her but, mostly, she left her daughter in the care of another trusted adult when she came to loiter.

She was alone today when she appeared and slowly approached the den's mouth. She had welcomed Niamh to see Meerkat nearly right away, though she knew her friend would likely have her own timeline. Towhee didn't push any of it, nor take it personally. She simply settled near enough so she could sort of peer into the dim interior, hopefully without bothering the den's inhabitants. She would patiently await an invitation that might come today, tomorrow or a week from now.

In the meantime, she spied one of the puppies sprawled some distance from its mother and siblings. Towhee inhaled, nostrils flaring, sussing out some tidbits of information. This was one of the twins, a little girl. Alyx? Or Quetzal? Unsure at this point, the Regent smiled to herself as her orange eyes adjusted to the gloom and she saw that her whatchamacallit (niece? daughter? naughter?) appeared to be eating her own foot.