Redhawk Caldera Release the hounds.

Towhee only snorted at Fen's quip. Her head tilted, all thoughts of Atlas emptying from her mind as she pondered aloud, "I had no symptoms at all with Meerkat, so it's entirely possible I'll never get morning sickness or any of the other tells. I should be happy about that, but..." But if she had to puke up her guts just to be sure she was carrying, Towhee would happily eat the cost.

There wasn't much more Fennec could do for her right now, she knew. "Cool," was Towhee's astute response. "Speaking of being around, you're more than welcome to check in with me as this progresses, presumably..." She poked at her own flat belly. "You can even hang around for the birth, if you want, and all the shenanigans that come after. Y'know, for science." Her lips twitched.