Sun Mote Copse Record scratch, freeze frame.

"Thanks, Niamh," was all Towhee said on the subject of what more or less amounted to politics, the statement accompanied by a look of genuine gratitude and a matching smile. Things might be a little rocky at first, though hopefully the whole lot of them would emerge stronger for their bonds, in time.

She stayed silent as Niamh launched into a spiel about motherhood, a smile tugging at her lips as she "listened." Her expression grew a little more neutral at the news of Colt's bid for leadership following Wildfire's death, though it wasn't sadness. Towhee felt sympathy for her sister's family, of course, and she supposed that included her. They'd never been close though.

"Colt, huh." She hadn't even thought about who might take over in the Sovereign's stead. Now she wondered what this might mean for the alliance, although this meant that Niamh's comment just a moment ago was a lot less platitude than Towhee might have guessed. There was no love lost between Towhee and Colt, yet they were not the only ones in their respective packs and if they could ally with Quixote, they could ally with Colt too.

In response to Niamh's condolences, Towhee shook her head and shrugged simultaneously, voice slightly quieter than usual as she said, "I'm sorry she was sick and that Eljay and their kids are suffering, but they're the ones who need your sympathy, not me. I'm fine."