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Sure. Fennec stepped in as she felt Towhee brush past, wrinkling her nose at the smells immediately. No wonder her mom was so keen on getting out. You really are little shits, literally, aren't you? She murmured affectionately, nosing Caracal away to clean him up and finding the others by touch as well.

She'd round them up and keep them occupied for a while. Messes didn't bother the medic overly much, and as long as she kept them busy, at least they didn't scream quite as loudly. In fact, by the time Towhee returned, she might even be thoroughly enjoying herself.