Sun Mote Copse Sweet child o' mine.

When Towhee could finally tear her eyes away for a moment, she was a little startled to discover many sets of eyes staring in at them. Without being aware of what she was doing, she curled more tightly around the newborn, her tail sweeping up to shield her from view, her own included. She could still feel that tiny mouth tugging at her teat, such a peculiar but somehow welcome sensation, as she forced herself to address her audience.

She shot Eljay and Niamh a quick, distracted smile, though she craned her neck, her orange eyes scanning the darkness behind them. "Phox? Fig? Fen?" she called. "Come see your..." Well, there would be time to figure out where exactly this surprise member of their family fit. Meanwhile, Towhee could hardly wait for them to come look at the life she'd created, without even realizing it, even despite her own convictions about her inability to do so.