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Fennec's frank words deflated the joy ballooning in her chest. Towhee's brow furrowed as she searched her daughter's face, wondering what was going through her mind right now. The situation wasn't ideal in a lot of ways, the Sovereign could admit. And perhaps she was only taking it this well because of their very particular circumstances. But Towhee staunchly clung to this positive take.

"I'll be here to support you," Towhee said, hoping this reassurance would put Fen's mind at ease some. She wasn't in trouble. But even as she said the words, she wondered if the father would be in the picture too. Maybe it was unfair of her but Towhee did feel a flash of anger toward him, whoever he was.

"Who's the father, do you know?" She simply assumed Fen's heat was like her own of yore, driving her to make decisions she was too intelligent and responsible to make otherwise. Towhee wondered again how the heck she'd missed it. But it only took a glance in the pups' direction to remember how preoccupied she'd been these past couple months.