Ocean's Breath Plateau Guy for that.

Well—couldn’t fight facts—she definitely wasn’t producing milk.

Towhee’s focus was linear in the moment—and Meadow wouldn’t argue it. The mother wanted a fed child—not one who had to wait for more milk to come in as they worked herbs into her system.

“Okay,” she agreed, but she wanted to make sure she caught Towhee’s gaze, her paw snaking out to gently pat on top of Towhee’s own—Ptero not something she was overly familiar with any longer, given she hadn’t used it in such a lengthy time. “But we also need to keep trying to clusterfeed him any chance you get—or else what milk you have will probably dry up.”

If Towhee wanted him to go to a milk nurse while hers came in better—she needed to understand that her babe suckling—whether anything was there or not at times—was one of the best ways to do it… and the less he took from her, the less her body would produce.

The man offered a question, and her eyes drifted up to meet his own gaze. “I believe that’s Towhee’s preference,” she noted, offering him a small smile.

And then they were off to Towhee's next visit.