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She made no reply, since none of what Fennec said particularly surprised her. Doubtless Bronco would enjoy helping her rear the pups; he'd always been so good with little ones. But he didn't matter nearly as much as Fen, in the sense that he wasn't the one who'd carry them to term, labor, deliver and nurse them. It was rewarding but mothering children still came at great personal cost. Towhee couldn't possibly fathom what it must be like if you didn't necessarily want them in the first place.

It didn't even really matter what Towhee thought or wanted either, she knew. But hopefully knowing she had support helped, which bore repeating. "You'll have an excellent support system." That didn't just include herself and Bronco, it meant everyone in the pack. Although Towhee's three often overwhelmed her—part of the reason she wanted Regents, a topic she had forgotten about entirely at this point—they'd always expected at least two litters, so she felt they could at least handle them in that sense. Hopefully it's a small litter, she did catch herself thinking, mostly for Fen's sake but also for the pack's.

She replayed her daughter's words in her head: "This isn't what I wanted. Not know. I don't know what to do." Towhee pressed a little closer to Fennec, the only other thing she could think to say being, "Is there anything I can do to help you?" She wasn't a medic, much less a midwife, but she'd been through it a couple times now. She could surely guide her daughter through it.