Sun Mote Copse Record scratch, freeze frame.

Towhee was super pragmatic- as she probably had to be, and Niamh was relieved that she was doing alright, but just because Wildfire and Eljay's kids needed sympathy didn't mean that Towhee didn't deserve any herself. She'd been with Towhee when she'd found Orca, and she'd been with Towhee when Screech had been sentenced to die; so she'd seen how much losing a sibling could hurt...But perhaps she'd become a bit desensitized over time. She hated to think that losing siblings could eventually become something that one could simply endure. 

She opened her mouth to speak again, but she heard a series of squalls and squeals from the densite just up ahead. She could hear Colt's voice rumbling, egging the kids on, enciting more squeals and happy screams. She rolled her eyes. "Oh good. He's got the kids all riled up." She said, and she was overheard. She gave Colt the raised eyebrow as he coyly exited the den and sidestepped to allow them access the den of brawling, yelling youngsters, as though to say 'they're all yours' before he grinned, winked and left them be. "C'mon. Let me introduce you to our minithings," She said, raising her voice over the din that came from the inside of the den. 

Both pups were wide-eyed and awake, and as soon as they saw their mother, their cries intensified- but came to an abrupt halt as soon as they saw Towhee. This was, of course, the first time they laid eyes on a wolf other than their mother and father. She laughed. "I think they prolly think all wolves look like me an' Colt," She said, given the fact that Nellie and Bronco were more or less carbon copies of their parents. Towhee's markings definitely set her apart. "Mini-me is Nellie, and Mini-Colt is Bronco." She said, forgetting that she'd already told Towhee their names earlier. "Kids, this is your auntie Towhee," She said, looking then to her friend to gauge her reaction.