Hideaway Strath How I wish you were here

As soon as Niamh saw Towhee approaching, she had to bite her lip to keep it from trembling. She fought back tears and held her breath for a moment, trying to turn her nerves to steel and avoid breaking down. She felt a hard lump in her throat and had to swallow a few times before she was able to speak, and she had no doubts that Towhee knew something was up. She was better than any other wolf Niamh knew at reading body language. At first, Niamh assumed Towhee thought something had happened to Bronco and Nellie, so she shook her head. 

-"It's Colt."- She said. She felt an odd sensation then; half expecting for Towhee to respond with apathy, as she'd never really cared much for the relationship which had pulled Niamh away from Towhee to begin with. She hoped, though, that her friend would sympathize. It was what she needed. -"He was attacked by Kiwi. He died from his wounds a couple days ago."- She signed, her movements somewhat shaky from the emotions that overwhelmed her- a mixture of rage and grief.