Heron Lake Plateau Give the girl a gold star

Niamh looked down Towhee's leg, which was quite slack in comparison to the others. The fur even look a bit more dull- though that could have just been from the fact that the leg was dragging and it would pick up dust and dirt that way. She frowned, and willed Towhee's leg to twitch or kick or something, but it didn't look as though Towhee was able to do much at all with it, from the hip down. Niamh's mind began to work- maybe there was some way to keep her leg up off the ground so at least it wouldn't drag...But she couldn't quite figure out what might work. She'd have to think on it, and try to come up with something a little unconventional. 

Towhee couldn't do what she normally did best- patrolling and fighting. It would likely hinder her hunting skills as well, but Niamh didn't need to point that out. Just the sound of a dragging limb could give her away, let alone the fact that it would slow her down as well. "I mean, hopefully it comes back," Niamh said, with a nod. But she wasn't going to give in to despair if it didn't. "But there are lots of other things you could do that don't need you to be the best on your feet." She said. Medicines could be learned, she could keep working on her historian practices, and puppies could be watched without having to be too quick on her feet- so Towhee would always have a use in the pack. "An' you can always still patrol. I'll only ever be like a call away," She said. It would mean Towhee might be a bit of a target, should she cross paths with someone who had bad plans for her- but how often did that happen, anyway? "But you'll probably be too busy Godmothering in a few months anyway." She quipped.