Sun Mote Copse Jimmy goes to space.

It felt like Towhee understood how he felt, especially with reference to accidentally hurting someone he cared about. He felt relieved that his feelings weren't unnatural, though he did begin to frown when Towhee continued- and started sounding a lot like his Mom. Defending the pack, no matter what the cost was...Hurting other wolves in the process...He was vaguely aware of some of the things that his mother and Towhee had been through together- not fine details, as there was a fair amount of drama that Niamh didn't care to relive- and was not terribly surprised to know that they shared similar views when it came to protecting the pack. But still...It made him feel ashamed of himself. 

So he sheepishly answered her question with a reluctant shrug. -Once, yeah,- He said. -The guy who did this,- He signed, gesturing to the parallel scars that ran across the bridge of his muzzle. -We fought...An' I got him by the throat. But as soon as I realized that I'd won, and that I could've killed him, I kind of...Let him go. An' if he'd decided to attack me again rather'n running away, he prolly would've gotten the better of me.-