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When Phox accepted the offered position, Niamh wanted to crack some joke about them having just rescinded the offer before he'd joined them- but now wasn't the time for more jokes. More importantly, cared about Phox, and was proud that he'd decided to take on leadership alongside her, which was where she felt he belonged. The three of them made an impressive power trio at the helm of their pack's leadership, Niamh thought, and it looked good on her to have a mate who was a good match in personality, looks and rank. -"Good,"- She said with a smile. She'd allowed him space to come to the decision on his own terms- which had been difficult, given her bias, but she'd already rehearsed what she might've done had he declined the offer and felt relieved that she wouldn't have to force that reaction out. 

Niamh had been doing her best to ignore the current situation, regarding the river's swollen edges, but she- like any other mother- agreed with the sentiment that in this state, it wasn't to be trusted by anyone. -"Me neither. And the swamp's pretty much one big lake, now. Shallow, but still.-" She noted, having seen the solid sheen of water where reeds, carpets of algae and lilypads used to be while patrolling the Western edge of the pack's territories. -"The rain's gotta stop sometime, h'ain't it?"- She asked, glancing up just in time to spot a falling drop of water- which she caught in her mouth with a snap of her jaws.