Sun Mote Copse It's all so incredibly loud.

Niamh bit her lip and raised her eyebrows as though trying to hide in a laugh when Phox- like his sister- voiced his concern over the name of the pack alienating others. Whatever tree it was that they'd fallen from, they'd not fallen far from one another, like two apples joined at the stem. Niamh, naturally, didn't feel that the name might make others feel left out; she wasn't incredibly gifted at putting herself in other wolves' pawsteps, though. -"I wasn't a Redhawk when I met either of you,"- She said. -"But I became one. Din't take it as my name until, obviously, now but I dunno. Just 'cause it's our family name don't mean, to me, that we're above everybody else. Though like...Rank-wise, obviously."- She said. 

She thought about it for a moment, frowned obstinately and shrugged. -"I still like it. I mean- I 'member you sayin', Towhee, that your like...Great-Gramma chose the name, right? So it's a choice thing, not just like...nepo..Neo-potism or whatever it is."- She was struggling now. How could she possibly make a good case for this? -"All I'm tryna say is that I like the name Redhawks for a pack. Sure, it's part of our surname, but that don't mean non-Redhawk-surnamed-Redhawk'ses aren't Redhawks still."- There, that should do it.