Sun Mote Copse Blow the wind southerly.

Niamh's ears flattened the moment Towhe admitted that Sugar had disappeared. Having had one of her own children disappear- which was still a very sore point- she could relate, and wondered if something else had happened with the young, dark-eyed girl. Bronco had mentioned something to her, that Sugar had seemed a bit 'off' but pressing the boy into giving out more information had been like trying to squeeze blood from a stone so she'd left him alone. At least Sugar had been given a task, and Niamh was content to put some hope in the stock that perhaps Sugar was simply out doing what was asked of her. "Maybe she's just taking a bit longer than expected to get her tasks done. If she goes missing for too long, either I'll go or I'll send Bronco." She said. At least then, the Frosthawks couldn't hold more information from them...And part of her was still ready to give Quixote a good smack for not telling her that he'd been harbouring her daughter this whole time. 

She followed as Towhee moved, inadvertantly taking perhaps just a scond too long to fall into step, and in the process of falling behind, caught a glimpse of dark fur matted, covering a healing posterior. She quickly hastened her pace, and the topic of her and Phox- which did cause enough of an effect to make her cringe inwardly, she furrowed her brow and darkened her expression. "Forget that- who did what to your downstairs?!" She demanded. "Wasn't checkin' you out, but jeez, Towhee," She said, sidestepping the awkward topic of Phox, in favour of the slightly more topic of Towhee's torn lady-bits, "Who, what, and why?"