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"Oh for cripes sake, Alyx," She moaned quietly, squinting as she worked her jaw to get the ringing in her ears to stop. It had become only slightly easier to tell the girls apart- but she didn't realize until she looked down at the little girl still nestled in with her, and saw the way the fur on her forelimb was wavy and damp. "Ugh. Quetzal, sorry." It was, presently, her best ditch effort at getting the kids right. Alyx had a habit of sucking on the fur near her carpal pad, which left the fur there a bit thinner, and often wet and wavy. 

It looked as though Meerkat was too distracted by Quetzal to follow direction, and bring her mother into the den, so Niamh huffed a quiet sigh. While she and Quetzal got acquainted with each other's scents, Niamh pulled herself free just enough to sneak out the den's entrance, and reach out to grab a small pinch of Towhee's fur and give it a tweak to catch her attention, (and thereby extending the unspoken invitation) before she chuckled and backed up into the den again, carefully stepping over her kids until she found her warm spot, circled, and lay down again. Between the both of them, they could easily keep an eye on the kids, though it was about time they began to play together anyway.