Sun Mote Copse Still not butter.

Phox took the notion and ran with it, Niamh too. Towhee pulled a face but let them each finish before speaking in turn, saying, -"Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. I'm not using my body or my pups as political tools. I have less than zero interest in using my crotch or its fruit to form alliances."- She wasn't offended by their suggestions, yet Towhee wanted to settle that matter. -"I'd only consider a Moonboy because they're our allies, not the other way around."- Okay, that phrasing didn't exactly make sense, but they knew what Towhee meant. Hopefully.

-"And if Hydra's not a fan of that idea—I have no idea what she'll think—then I'm sure I can find some unattached drifter or something. There's been no shortage of those in the past,"- she mused aloud, smirking at her smutty little recollections. -"I'm pretty sure I know who fathered Meerkat. And it wasn't Arcturus or Pippin. It was a loner named Kaertok. I wish I knew where he was these days, 'cause we made one hell of a baby together."-

Drawing in a breath and shifting on their leafy mattress, Towhee said, -"To be clear, I don't really want the father—the donor, rather—involved. Phox will be the pups' dad. I don't want any baby daddy drama next time, so the dude's gonna have to accept my terms or fuck off. And fuck no, I'd never let someone else keep my kids."- Despite her blunt words, she grinned at the pair. She would never ever consider raising a family with anyone but these two.