Sun Mote Copse The power of love of power.

Niamh nodded, but shrugged one shoulder as well, glancing sideways and giving Finley a nod as she caught sight of her approaching packmate and sort-of-sister-in-law. "Well, I could see his tracks, an' from what I could tell on patrol, he met with Wildfire and Kiwi, so yep. 'Bout 9 days ago? Maybe less," She said, somewhat hopefully. Finley greeted Towhee, and then asked for more details about Tegan, which Niamh too was keen to hear. 

She pricked her ears at the mention of Bat's name. She'd found out through the woodwork that Bat had actually survived her drowning ordeal, and though she didn't know the details, she'd been glad to hear of it. But apparently the two had gone to visit some other pack that Niamh wasn't familiar with, and now Tegan, expected back days earlier, was still not showing up. Niamh gritted her teeth slightly. It seemed like Tegan had a trouble-magnet attached to his ass, as it seemed to follow him everywhere. She was reminded again of what it felt like to live in a pack that had so much drama...And had taken the peace and serenity of the Copse for granted. 

She nodded at Towhee's suggestion but paused for a moment. "Sure. I think Wildfire just had her litter though- but Kiwi's usually somewhere near the borders." She said. She tilted her head back and called out for @Kiwi then, hoping that she might have more details on what Tegan had come to say, and when exactly he'd passed by. Once she finished, she looked back at Towhee. "Beta though, eh?"