Two Rivers Isle We'll drive until the gas is gone

WC: 562
*sneezes wordgerms on everybody* XD XD XD

From what Niamh could tell, Towhee was upset with Phox for being a deserter, but that they had been very close when they’d been younger- practically inseparable. Phox had likely been there when Towhee had first begun to speak using Ptero, something which had been developed over Towhee’s life until it had become a legitimate language that most of the wolves in the pack- if not all- could speak fluidly. Niamh tried to imagine what it would have been like, had Ambrose left her without any sort of goodbye, or without a purpose that Niamh would have deemed worthy of his taking his leave...Eventually they had split up, but it had been under agreeable circumstances. Now they were back together again, just like Towhee and Phox were- and Niamh hoped, for both Phox and Towhee’s sakes, that that didn’t change. She didn’t want Towhee to lose yet another littermate, when she only had one left.

Phox, too, would have some mourning to do upon his return. Both Orca and Screech were gone, and the circumstances of their deaths...Well, it wasn’t pretty. Poor Orca had been a kind soul, and she’d not deserved the gruesome accidental death she had received. All that Niamh could hope was that she’d felt no pain and had been gone instantly. Screech, on the other hand, had definitely suffered...But he was gone now, too. She imagined that for Phox, it would be a lot to digest- so that might have been why he had been avoiding the pack. He’d had some time to himself, though, and now it was Niamh’s opinion that he should integrate himself into the pack, starting with her. Because there wasn’t anyone’s business that was safe from Niamh’s intervention.

She found Phox’s scent became stronger as she moved along so she hastened her pace until she spotted a fairly decent-sized dark figure in the distance. He was mostly black, as she might have expected from a wolf in Towhee’s family- but unlike Towhee, he had a silver-ticked pelt, and lacked the orange markings that made her so unique. He was more like Orca, perhaps, in resemblance- both Towhee and Screech had had orangeish-reddish markings, whereas both Orca and Phox seemed to be more just blacks, greys and whites. He was a good size, another common trait he shared with Towhee. There was no mistaking it- this had to be Phox Redhawk. This was her Person’s brother...And while Towhee was content to give him the cold shoulder, Niamh naturally wanted to intervene and make everybody love everybody. And to tell him she’d make him hurt if he left again. One or the other- it was up to him to make the right choice.

”Hey there, new guy,” She called out as she approached. She meant the remark as more of a joke than anything, but at the same time, she didn’t really want to go and make it seem as though she and Towhee had already talked about him for hours...Even if that might have been the case. No one wanted to feel as though others were talking about them, so she was content to play it by ear and act as though she didn’t really know much about him at all. ”’Cha been up to?” She asked congenially, tipping her head to him in greeting.