Sun Mote Copse Blow the wind southerly.

She'd  begun to feel some sort of feeling creeping up along her spine, but had barred the possibility that anything would happen so soon. Naturally, as in true Niamh fashion, she had mostly secluded herself while she was deep in thought, though she did see her daughter every day. Eventually, she lost grasp of the spite she'd had when Nellie had admitted that she'd purposefully decided not to let anyone run a message from the Frosthawks so that she knew her daughter was alive...But she knew that Nellie was a child yet, and couldn't really be held accountable. She did blame those who had ventured out that way- and had begun to seriously question Phox's motives. Was he suddenly more devoted to her daughter and keeping his word to her, than he was with a wolf who he'd basically proposed to? 

Needless to say, she meandered along the borders with the same, dogged purpose that always took her along that route, haing passed by Bronco once already. Unusually for him, his spirits were high. He had gone on a scouting mission to take Sugar Glider to the Frosthawks and had returned unscacthed. His sister was back, as well, which perked him up. Maybe he was finally moving out of the brooding teenager phase- it was hard to say why, exactly, but Niamh wouldn't question it. If her son was happy, she'd let him stay that way. 

When she spotted Towhee, she picked up a whiff of Crow's scent as well, though she didn't se the young one in the area. Crow too, was with the Frosthawks, as far as Niamh know, and perhaps he'd only come with a message. It was too dark to see very far, but the light colour and even the orangey colours on Towhee's sides marked her out against the flat darkness that seemed to fall every night within the copse, whether or not the moon was out. 

-Hay,- She signed when she got close enough that she figured her friend would make out the movement. There was an air of concern about Towhee that made Niamh cock her head to the side. -What gives?-