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

It was a surprisingly short meeting, and Niamh sighed softly, glad that Wraen hadn't called her there, in the end, just to tell her bad news. She didn't feel as though much had changed, as she didn't see her current role in the pack differing much from what it had been before- except now she had a title. Towhee was still the Regent, and would bear the brunt of the responsibilities should Wraen be absent, but Niamh was left mainly in charge of guarding and patrolling, which was fine with her. And she could lead others to do the same- but she knew she wasn't necessarily the best to make administrative decisions for the pack in other areas. Towhee was. 

Towhee, though, delivered a quiet and even more monotone than usual confession, bringing news from the Frosthawks, as she'd had Raven check her out. Niamh whined softly, feeling defeat and sorrow radiate from her friend who did not want to explain further, or talk about how it made her feel...Though it was plain enough. Stubbornly, Niamh wanted Raven to be wrong- it had happened before, and it could happen again. "Maybe it's..." She said, though she was aware that Towhee wasn't looking at her, so she didn't finish the sentence. Too soon. She didn't know what gave Raven the idea that Towhee absolutely, positively could not conceive children. If she could go into heat, then it made sense, then, that her internal female organs were working, right? How could Raven conclude so firmly that Towhee couldn't conceive...And couldn't it possibly just be too early to tell? Regardless, Niamh still harboured hope, though she too knew that if Towhee had conceived while she'd been in heat...The signs would have to start showing sometime fairly soon. 

Niamh gave Towhee an apologetic, empathetic look when she excused herself, and felt that she ought not pester her friend just then...But would make sure to check in on her later, even if just a moment, and even if it meant they didn't approach the topic whatsoever. That was what it meant, to be there- even if someone wanted space. She nodded somewhat sheepishly to Wraen. "I...Thanks, Wraen, for your trust. I'll do my best," She said quietly, though it was still quite apparent that she was disappointed and hurt by Towhee's news. "I think I'll go...Patrol," She said, giving her leader a nod and a weak smile before she too turned to leave.