Bramblepoint Southstar.

"Never again until next time?" Dwin teased Towhee in a good natured manner, having an opinion that her friend's life (that part she was aware of) was a definition of, why you should not make any plans. She felt pretty certain that the next time they ran into each other, the old hag will either have married someone (husband number 6, 7?), will have given another chance to settling down or - who knows - given birth to another child nicknamed "this IS going to be the last one - I swear!". 

"I am not judging you," Dwin reassured the elder, even though she had a feeling that this brief monologue was meant more for that side of Towhee, who knew that she was not getting any younger. "If anything - I think you are an inspiration to kids like me - that life does not end, when you turn two. Or after three," she smiled. "But with all due respect - I suggest you overwinter with a group. If not for your sake, then for the kid's," she added.