Sun Mote Copse Still not butter.

Niamh, on the other hand, hadn't given much thought to the potential of having more children the next year since she had admitted to Towhee that she'd had her doubts about being able to manage any more. She was focused on their current batch of children, who seemed to be just as troublesome. Alyx with Rusalka, and Primrose with Kingslend. When the snow fell, there would be no more mud for Quetzal to roll in, so what would she turn to? Regardless- she was too distracted by the current drama with their children to have put much thought into having more of them...Though she did love them dearly, and had come out of the slump she'd fallen into during the rainy season. 

Who would've thought- all it would take would be the gossip and drama of having potentially dangerous neighbours, and potentially inbred neighbours in their area to put the spring back in Niamh's step?

When she heard Towhee's call, she wondered what matter of business might be at hand, and eagerly made her way toward the Rendez-vous site to see Towhee relaxed in a bed of leaves, and Phox there with her already, comfortably reclined alongside her. She growled playfully, baring her one upper canine in a wolfish grin as she picked her way into the bed of leaves, circled twice, and flopped down with them before tilting her head questioningly at Towhee.