Sun Mote Copse Legacy rule.

Contrary to Towhee's expressed woes about her child not bearing much of a resemblance to her, it was a relief for Niamh that Meerkat had grown up as a fairly easy-to-handle child, as Niamh felt her three took up more than enough time, space and energy within her life. More and more she found herself wondering how Finley did it- how she and the rest of the Blackthorns put up with having so many litters of children- and finding herself disappointed in receiving no answer. She could've used a Finley pick-me-up chat right about now. Niamh and Towhee both probably could have used a good reality check from their deceased friend...She'd been the best at making them all see past their own woes to how things actually were. 

So she did what she could to channel her inner Finley, and support Towhee without coddling her. She wanted to say that she missed how things had been when they'd been reckless yearlings- running around, picking fights, charging wolves on the border without asking questions...Things had been simpler then, though they hadn't been easy by any means. Still- there'd been more of a fire in her belly, and a spark in her eyes in those days. What had changed, and could they even try to change it back? Towhee wanted more of the little outings that Wraen had planned, but in truth...Niamh'd found the entire getaway to be a bit boring. 

Her eyes narrowed when Towhee hinted something about Wraen rejoining them someday. Of course she would- Niamh had a feeling that despite her horrible condition, that Wraen would pull through. Having seen Alyx react the way she had to one bee sting, she couldn't imagine what Wraen was going through. Towhee herself looked thoroughly hangdog after having been stung a few times as well. She nudged her friend's cheek. "-All part of becoming a 'grown-up' I guess,-" She huffed, with a somewhat faded smile. She'd always thought that life would stay just as vibrant and exciting as it had been when she'd been even just a year or two younger...But things were changing, now, and she couldn't just be herself for the sake of being herself. She had a mate and children to think of, now, and responsibilities that tired her out. 

She tried to put a bit more effort into her response regarding Wraen, though. -She'll recover fine. She'll prolly outlive both you an' I, anyway, an' tell stories about us to our grandchildren about their --hag-- grandmothers-" She smirked.