Sun Mote Copse It's all so incredibly loud.

Towhee tilted her head at Phox's remark. -"I've never heard anyone say that,"- she countered bluntly, though there was no defensiveness. It was just a frank observation. Her lips pursed thoughtfully. -"But if that's true, it's the sort of mindset I'd like to avoid..."- Which was ironic, considering how much pride they'd both taken in the name and its legacy back in the day. They'd both been every bit the shameless elitists. But they'd both grown and changed over time, as peetple tend to do.

Turning her attention to Niamh, Towhee listened to her take. Lately, it seemed like Niamh always took her side. Towhee knew it was a little self-indulgent, yet she liked how she could always count on her sister-in-law to have her back, without fail. With that said, she was mature enough to weigh both her councilors' opinions on the matter, along with her own.

-"We could always invite anyone who wants it to take the surname,"- she thought aloud, not entirely sure how she even felt about that. Was just any old wolf worthy of the Redhawk name? Perhaps her inner elitist was still alive and well. -"Or we could take some time to think about it or even table the idea for later. Maybe the changes in leadership are enough upheaval for the pack for right now."-

Just as Towhee went to shrug, thunder boomed out of nowhere. She didn't hear it, of course, but the Sovereign felt the earth rumble beneath her feet and knew what it meant. Seconds later, a flash of lightning lit up the sky and the first few raindrops began to fall, ushering in another round of rainstorms.