Northstar Vale It's "Can I get a witness?" time

Towhee didn’t know how she’d do it but if it came down to punching her fist down Jack’s throat to pull out the quill, she would do it. She would do whatever it took to stop him from choking to death, starting with another solid pound on his back.

Fortunately for all involved, the sharp little pinion shot out of his mouth and landed nearby in a mess of bloody saliva. Towhee saw it and the relief was unexpectedly intense.

Jack plopped and Towhee shook. He might not be too fazed by this, knowing him, but having already lost one child and nearly losing another… it was too much. She’d asked him to do that, never imagining the hazard of inhaling a quill.

Her legs gave out and she sank to the ground, shifting onto her side to accommodate her large belly. The puppies kicked defiantly and blood drooled from her face as Towhee just oozed into a lumpy puddle in the grass. She stared at the sky for a moment before turning her head.

You’re okay, she squeaked, right?