Sun Mote Copse Record scratch, freeze frame.

"Hah! Momshell," Niamh's features brightened a great deal at the mention of that nickname, one she'd never heard before but she immediately knew she'd have to insert that into her own vocabulary, and use that one again. It made her feel better about her appearance, which she knew would improve over time...But for the moment, she felt like a completely different wolf, what with practically having an udder hanging off her belly. Towhee certainly knew how to make her feel better without even really trying, so she tilted her chin over one shoulder in a sort of pose, and said "Well thank you," Batting her eyelashes frivolously, before she gave up the joke. 

Towhee was happy, but it still pulled at Niamh's heartstrings knowing that that happiness had come at a cost that they'd both felt. She did her best to try and figure out if Towhee really was happy for her, and it was hard to tell. She opened her mouth to say something, but her friend continued so she shut it. When Towhee first mentioned a playdate, she simply assumed that she wanted to meet the kids. So Niamh gestured with a flick of her muzzle. "C'mon. You can meet them now....I haven't let anyone else near them but...I trust you more'n anyone else." She said. Colt, of course, was exempt from the visitor ban Niamh enforced, but apart from him, Niamh had turned away all others. Still, something nagged at her, the way Towhee was looking at her. "You got some look on your face," She said, intrigued. "Spit it out," She said.