Sun Mote Copse Record scratch, freeze frame.

Having waited, holding her breath for Towhee to respond, Niamh dipped into a happy play-bow as soon as her suspicions were confirmed, and issued a high-pitched whine-yowl, which of course wouldn't have bothered Towhee's ears at all. She stood up and pricked her ears, catching the two, adorably cute, monosyllabic names that her kids had been given, but her features drained of glee when she mentioned Camilla. That basket case? Niamh remembered her, having been the one who'd admitted her into the pack. She'd been a stammerer, hunted by her ex-mate. Not exactly the type Niamh would have assumed Phox would go for- but apparently it had happened, and she'd passed away following childbirth. Niamh suppressed a shudder. Camilla had been young, too. 

"That's a lot to have happen at once," She said. She was happy that Towhee was a Mom- but she felt bad for Phox too, having lost Camilla. The thought of Phox with Camilla left a funny taste in her mouth- but she was quick to push it aside, and kept moving alongside Towhee. "I'm so sorry about Camilla, an' I hope Phox is doing OK," She said, her facial features indicating that the posed statement was also a question. "An' I think you're going to be a bomb Mom," She said with a smile.