Sun Mote Copse Song d'un nuit de sabbat.

Something inside Niamh was missing, and for a reason she couldn't explain, she felt homesick. She wasn't sure where she longed to live- but part of her was demanding that she simply go and find what it was she was missing...But she couldn't, in good conscience, leave Bronco. Not when his father had died and his sister had disappeared. She couldn't let him grow up feeling like everyone who cared about him left...She told herself that daily. Several times a day. And she tried to believe it- but it was the only thing that kept her from disappearing, herself. 

But something seemed to rattle and shake the dust off a part of her heart when she heard Towhee's call. Her voice was unmistakeable, and Niamh immediately bolted along the borders, hurriedly cutting a path through the dead and dried grasses toward the area the call had come from, and the more she replayed the sound of Towhee's call in her mind, the more her concern grew. That wasn't her typical 'hey bitches, come greet me' sort of call. Worry overtook Niamh, who had heard that the pass into the Grove had been blocked off- but suddenly, here was Towhee, at their borders. She heard Elwood's voice call urgently for Eljay, and she knew, then, that something was wrong. 

Niamh didn't slow as she approached the group, breathlessly skidding to a halt at Towhee's side, deaf and blind to the others who had come to greet her more quickly. It seemed she was always a pace behind the others- but she stretched herself thin enough patrolling the borders the way she did- and she couldn't be everywhere at once. Towhee was injured, and the blood from her cuts had darkened to the shade of her fur. Niamh's lips drew back over her teeth and she very poorly tried to conceal her concern when she momentarily made eye contact with Towhee. In her mind's eye, she recognized that dark shade of blood, and the scent that accompanied it, and it caused her focus to stray for a moment. She shook her head and backed up a pace, so that she wasn't hovering immediately over her friend. "Towhee," She said softly, and sighed. But this wasn't how they worked. She couldn't let her fear take over. -At least tell me the other guy looks worse.- She said, even though her wounds weren't indicative of a fight. Still, it was all she could manage in an attempt to break some of the tension.