Sun Mote Copse It's all so incredibly loud.

Niamh trailed off, smiling a bit in acknowledgement of the fact that maybe she'd gone off the rails for a bit. Towhee's reasoning for changing the name of the pack made sense to Niamh; essentially they were still the Redhawks, though with a few different members. Their numbers weren't as strong as she wanted them to be, of course- but perhaps some change might bring a morale boost after the changes that had already occurred. Maybe they needed to reclaim the legacy they'd once had. 

Towhee had just posed an invitation for Niamh to voice her opinions on changes, and she'd opened her mouth to reply but snapped it shut when she was offered a promotion. She opened her mouth again- only to have her moment of silence thieved by Phox, who'd arrived looking like he'd just walked out of a small windstorm. She tweaked a small tuft of fur from his cheek that was either just about to shed out, or had potentially been pulled loose by one of their occasionally unruly children. -"Towhee can shit rainbows,"- Niamh said, -"An' she said you have to kiss up to me now, 'cause I'm the new Regent,"- She boasted with a chuckle. She then tilted her muzzle to Towhee, allowing her the opportunity to deliver her new suggestions herself.