Sun Mote Copse I imagine so many things

Wraen answered her question with a question and Towhee merely snorted. She wondered what "the usual leader stuff" meant to the Sovereign and almost reminded her that she would be happy to take some of it off her shoulders. But Towhee bit her tongue. She did miss leadership and wanted to be part of it again because it suited her. But she wasn't gunning for it and didn't want to pressure Wraen. She only wanted the promotion if Wraen wanted it for her too.

The mention of Nellie made Towhee's teeth gnash for a moment. She didn't dislike Niamh's daughter, though she really resented the positions she'd put Phox and Niamh in. She was just a kid, so Towhee likely wouldn't ever say much about it to her. Still, she found she didn't exactly want to talk about Niamh's little lookalike.

Fortunately, Wraen said something else, which made the mercenary's entire countenance brighten. "Really? I haven't had a good deer steak in ages." She had never been much of a hunter and mostly lived on small game, though Towhee found her blood pumping at the thought of an upcoming pack hunt. "The pups are just about at that age..." she mused aloud.