Sun Mote Copse the fortune lady came along and walked beside,

Having interrupted their conversation, Niamh had no clue what Arcturus was trying to go on about- with reference to wolves having two sides. Unless he was trying to say something about her, which she doubted (as he hadn't used any profanity), she didn't much care. He gave her a look she interpreted as disgust, which made her freeze up, tail lifting slightly as though to warn him to keep his tongue beting the fangs he obviously had clenched together. He left with a snort, and Niamh bared her teeth at his disappearing shadow, a low growl throttling in her throat. There was something about that guy...

He'd obviously done nothing to comfort Towhee, who looked just as miserable as ever. When she mentioned both Wraen and Arcturus, Niamh's lips twitched and her eyes narrowed. While she'd always thought very little of Arcturus- who had done absolutely nothing to earn her ire- she did have respect for Wraen, though...She had to admit it- her loyalty to Towhee was much, much stronger. So when she heard that Wraen was siding with Arcturus, and both of them had upset her Person, she growled. But she knew getting angry wouldn't help Towhee, who had reached out to touch her cheek. She gave the top of Towhee's muzzle a kiss, and propped herself up beside her friend, so they could sit flank to flank, and still communicate. 

-You're Sovereign now- She said, deadpan honey eyes gazing through Towhee's. -Wraen's abdicated the throne. Retire her to be a "Dame," and demote Arcturus to court jester so I can throw stuff at him.- She said, simply.