Sun Mote Copse Mirror, mirror on the wall...

Niamh's thread out near the coast is set for like...Tomorrow, so she's still here.

Her plan was to set out, and see if she could cout out Raleska and Caiaphas without incurring any more damage from Rosalyn and Erzulie. From all she could assume, her brother- even though he thought of himself as Firefly, now- would still be there, as well as whatever children he'd sired. She hadn't mentioned the plan to anyone as such a short trip wouldn't exactly merit a great deal of attention, and she felt she could go out, briefly scout for her friends, and then return to the pack without any great consequence. 

But it seemed as though something was going to come up, as she heard Wraen call out for her in a voice which demanded that she heed its summon and see what her leader wanted. She felt a bit of cowardice creep under her skin when she caught the scent of Towhee mingling with Wraen's scent, and could then assume that she might have been summoned for her arguments with Phox, which she deemed pitty and unfair. So as she approached the two, she did her best to simply act normal, like she had nothing to be ashamed of. She did feel a bit awkward, as Towhee had asked for space and this was now them being drawn together, so she gave her friend a somewhat lame effort at a smile, before noticing the dark emotional cloud that hung about her. Towhee usually had a different feel to the energy that surrounded her- and now, that energy level was almost completely silent. She couldn't help but feel responsible, but also wondered exactly what had transpired. She looked to Wraen for answers. "You called?" She asked, simply expecting bad news.