Sun Mote Copse Still not butter.

A fond grin twitched her lips as Phox and Niamh bantered about the merits of Towhee banging a stranger instead. It was such a strange conversation to be having, but it was so them. She really wouldn't want a fourth party involved in rearing their pups, 'cause they made such a perfect if utterly weird team.

-"Well, there's lots to think about, huh? I'd still like to pick Hydra's brain. Maybe she'll just shoot me down,"- the Sovereign said with a huff of laughter. -"I guess there's still a couple months to figure out all the logistics. The most important bit was making sure you guys were with me."-

With that established, she'd let herself daydream about all the possibilities come springtime. Starting now. With a smile on her face, Towhee leaned back so her head rested on the slope of Niamh's straw-colored back, then kicked up her heels to rest on Phox's buttock. She felt a little vulnerable with her belly exposed to the sky, yet if there were two wolves she could bare all to, it was Phox and Niamh.

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