Sun Mote Copse It's all so incredibly loud.

If wolves (and Niamh immediately wondered exactly WHO it was Phox was referring to, so she could track them down and whittle the truth out of them herself) didn't feel like they belonged, then the answer for Niamh was simple. -"Eh. Why don't we have a...Nah, not a meeting. Sort of meeting, but with food, an' we can sorta do an announcement thing,"- She said. -"Not like a...'Hey y'all! We're changing the pack name!' announcement, but just like, telling them- an' maybe sharing personal stories so they feel more involved- an' then at the end of it, actually tell them that they're welcome to use the surname. Maybe they don't feel like they're part of the crew just 'cause they haven't been directly told or asked that they can legit become a Redhawk if they want to."- She said. -"Obviously we don't want to make it mandatory, 'cause a lotta wolves hold onto their surnames 'cause of attachment."- She said.

Figuring that was more than enough reasonable talk, she rocked back on her haunches. -"Or we roll out a mandatory agreement that every wolf that joins us, becomes a Redhawk. They have to worship you as their supreme deity, an' the two of us as your sub-deities (but mostly me) an' that all youngsters are born as Redchick an' grow up to be a Redfledge an' then a  Redhawk an' get the name as a right of passage, an' we just go forth, multiply an' take over the world. 'Course we'll need aaaaa, uh, like...Historian, who'll sit down with each member an' like...Keep track of their past last name and past life, so we uh, don't get confused whilst pairing up Redhawk with Redhawk and get babies with three heads. Or maybe that's the goal, Iunno."- She chuckled. -"But that's just my bullshit for two cents."-