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Reyson had given her a rundown of what had transpired when Towhee had come to welcome him back to their new home—the plot twist being she had almost literally dropped a newborn pup into his arms.

She should have been surprised—shocked—but she just couldn’t be. Not with Towhee, and the thought had warmed her, despite her reservations on exactly how welcome she might be if the Redhawk’s eldest daughter made her way to the Copse.

Still, the quicksilver woman had made work to settle her family into a small place of their own—maybe even temporarily—and went about to gather a small care package for the once-again mother.

When the cries of a newborn woke her—Meadow lifted a paw to rub the sleep from her eyes and was quick on her feet—the care package in jaws before she began to make her way to where she believed Towhee to be—only to catch the Esquire stealing away quickly into the night.

She called to her—cursing when she remembered Towhee could not hear her—and made to flee after her.

But the mother and infant had been fast—and Meadow only now rounded upon her, placed upon the borders of another pack, tears  brimming in her eyes. She released a small gasp, embarrassed at how out of breath she was—eyes skimming upward to the man who greeted Towhee now, and ducking her muzzle lower to nudge at the nursing woman. “What in the world…?”