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Towhee bit back a sigh when the newly sighted Fig promptly turned his back on her offering and buried his face near her armpit. She was just about to gather him up by the scruff and pointedly place him back beside the food when his sister toddled nearer and abruptly barfed on his head. It startled a loud laugh out of their makeshift mother.

She scooted carefully backward to avoid the mess, though she didn't escape a smear or two on her upper leg. Towhee quickly washed it away with her tongue, then returned her attention to the pups. -I appreciate the assist,- she informed Fennec even as she waited to see if any of the meat soup would make its way into Fig's mouth.