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It was hard to believe that a few weeks had passed- Niamh was no expert at keeping track of time (or names, as she realized, given the fact that she still had little to no idea which daughter was which) but the benchmark of her children beginning to open their eyes reminded her how quickly time passed. Some days, the hours felt long and heavy; she worried about Primrose, who continued to be a sullen child, especially when compared to his two firebrand sisters. But in time, she knew he would grow- and eventually, he should grow out of this ridiculously long sad phase. 

She saw the light flicker as forms approached the mouth of her den, and she sniffed- catching Towhee and Meerkat's scents. Meerkat wormed her way in, and Niamh's tail thumped against the ground to welcome her. "Heyyyyy Meerkat. Can you grab your Towma an' bring her in here? An' then git back here and give Neema a cuddle. Just be careful around Prim," She said, with a chuckle. Probably too much to ask of a kid- but she couldn't just shout for Towhee to come and join them in the den.