Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

Towhee's eyes narrowed, not in suspicion but in thought. It seemed as if Colt had died long ago, though perhaps it didn't feel that way to Niamh. She really needed to check in with her friend and spend some quality time with her. Things would never be the same as before Colt came between them, breaking their faith, but Towhee and Niamh were certainly on better terms now. And with Niamh in the running to be Phox's mate and baby mama, perhaps their relationship could be even better than before, though only time would tell.

"I'll have to talk to her sometime. Don't worry, I won't tell her about all your terrible qualities," Towhee jested. "And I swear I won't get in the middle of things or meddle too much. It's your business. But she's my friend too." She smiled, hopefully reassuringly, then reached out and patted Phox on the arm. "It'll have to wait a few days though. I think I need some time to myself to think." Among other things. "I'm gonna lay low until this bullshit is done." She pointed shamelessly at her crotch. "And... thank you," she finished a little lamely, shooting him a fond, goofy smile.