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

Fully conked out, Niamh reacted to very little when she fell asleep. Often she would move in her sleep if she sensed one of the kids had left her side, and would sweep them back to her side with a movement of one of her long legs- but generally, when she took a nap, she really took a nap. Her sleep was dream-filled, and she found it very hard to pull herself from her vivid, wildly unrealistic dreams even when the kids cried, sometimes. That being said- it was more during her naps, than during her sleep at night, that she found herself really crashing hard and fortunately, that only happened about once a day. 

So when Towhee spoke her name, nothing registered. But when she heard the howl, she groggily lifted her head. "...But there was supposed to be a parade," She murmured, and then shook her head. "And...birds, feathers...Wait, what?" She asked loudly, finally snapping herself out of her haze. Her gaze was drawn to her kids, and as per usual, when one was out of place, they were gently pulled back to her side, and began to clean her up. "Poor thing, all piss-covered an' starving. Sakes. There," She said, in between licks, as she cleaned Alyx up, and nudged her toward a teat. 

Another sniff allowed her to catch Towhee's scent. "Towhee?" She called, uselessly. She picked up the nearest bone, leftover from an earlier meal, and tossed it out the den's mouth, hoping to catch her attention if she was still within sight.