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Oblivious to how much the question frustrated Fennec, Towhee kept her gaze pinned on her daughter's retreating figure. She paused, then turned her face to allow her mother to read her lips: "Yeah. Okay."

"Okay," Towhee echoed with a small smile. "Go rest." There would be plenty of time to discuss both personal and professional matters later. "Feel better," she added with as much maternal warmth as a toneless wolf could manage, orange eyes soft as they drifted downward a bit.

Fen wasn't showing yet, which meant it was likely early days. Yes, there would be time to adjust to this news and sort out details. In the meantime, Towhee still hugged the whole notion of grandmotherhood close to her bruised heart.