Heron Lake Plateau mac and cheese calzone

When Niamh had spoken, she hadn't been referring to Colt, as Towhee had assumed- she'd meant her brother, Bruges. She was slightly surprised that Towhee assumed she'd meant Colt, as she hadn't failed to protect him- she'd cast him out, and that wound was still sore. She frowned softly and lowered her gaze. Towhee was right, but that didn't make it hurt any less. She felt offended that Towhee would simply wave off her feelings about Colt so quickly- even though she assumed it was because, in part, that Towhee possibly hadn't felt that same way about anyone yet- at least not to Niamh's knowledge. So in not knowing that feeling, she couldn't have known how much it hurt to have them torn away. That wasn't to say Towhee hadn't experienced loss- Niamh had been there when Towhee had found Orca's body and had seen the pain it had caused her- but her reaction to the losses suffered by both Niamh and Phox was something Niamh felt was inappropriate. 

Phox pointed that out, sharply, but Niamh kept her gaze fixed on the ground, though her vision began to blur as she was reminded of the fact that she wouldn't be having children that year. She'd had her heart set on having puppies with Colt- and had even picked out names and envisioned their little faces. The fact that Towhee thought she should mate with Phox more or less went clear over her head, but would likely settle into her thoughts later when she reflected back on the whole situation. She sucked in a quick breath- something like a hiccough, and then held it, clenching her jaws together and pointedly avoiding eye contact with both of them. She couldn't cry now...Not now...not now...But the tears didn't listen to her plea.