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Towhee couldn't hear her son's cry, though she certainly noticed when he began jumping up and down, trying to lick at Fennec's muzzle. Whether it was a gesture of affection or a bid for food, she couldn't be sure, though Towhee gently nudged him away from his older sister with a command to, "Go play." With a boyish laugh, he scrambled back toward his litter mates.

Her full attention returned to Fennec, catching her question. Something about the tentative way she framed the words made Towhee's brow furrow a little. That wasn't like Fen. Neither was small talk, for that matter. Towhee felt her insides clench a little apprehensively.

"I'm alright, all things considered," Towhee replied. It was true enough. She had painstakingly come to accept Phox's absence as permanent, though hopefully Meerkat would dig up some news eventually. "Is everything okay?" she pressed in the very next breath.