Sun Mote Copse It's all so incredibly loud.

Niamh not only liked the idea, she grabbed it and ran with it. Towhee snorted a laugh, appreciating the positive reaction as well as the enthusiasm. But midway through her friend's spiel, she held up her paws as if to say, "whoa, whoa."

-"Just the name, for now,"- she clarified, -"and I guess my reason is a little selfish. But with Wraen leaving, well... that means this is really my pack now. I mean, it's everyone's pack, of course but... you know what I mean. The Redhawks name is mine and our legacy, so it just feels right. Does that make sense?"-

As for her friend's suggestions, she should acknowledge them. Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to give the hierarchy a face-lift, though she liked the setup there just fine. And they had left the plateau for good reason—two of them, actually: Fennec and a fresh start—but she supposed neither was relevant anymore. In any case, she really liked the copse and saw no reason to up and move. That would be a change on a whole other scale.

But Wraen had scolded her for making decisions on her own in regards to Moonspear. She was technically in charge but she was supposed to consult her council on matters like this. Bearing that in mind, Towhee asked, -"Do you think we should change the ranks? Or move? Your opinion matters to me, especially since I'd also like you to be my Regent,"- she slipped in casually.