Sun Mote Copse it is wednesday my duuuuuuudes

Just as he had done with Figment, Fennec, and Meerkat, Phox spent much of his time simply staring at his three new babies. In the short span of about a month, his prodigy had tripled from two to six. Each and every one of them was perfect, and each and every one of them required one hundred percent of his love and affection. He meant to give them that, too. After a short chat with @Fennec about the goings-on of whatever was happening that day, Phox slipped into the den as @Niamh slipped out to relieve herself and grab a drink of water.

All at once, all three babes were squirming and screaming, unhappy about the situation as Phox watched them and shushed them with quiet whispers as best as he could. Eventually, they seemed to calm, although one of the twins (Alyx?) seemed to think that he was Niamh. Oh, you poor thing. I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer, and Momma's out for a spell.