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Mr Regent; that sounded nice. Mr. Regent was also her husband, and she was Mrs. Regent, so things- aside from the imminent threat of flooding, and facing a potentially dangerous relocation- were pretty much the way they were supposed to be. It was fortunate that these promotions had come at this time- otherwise, Niamh wouldn't have had something small but precious to use to stoke her ego and attitude. It'd given her a little bit of a boost- just what she'd needed. But that wouldn't keep her and the rest of the pack with their heads above water. 

The corners of Niamh's lips pulled down as Towhee expressed concern that the copse could wash away. Niamh hadn't considered the possibility- she'd seen the swamp take on water after a rain, or after snowmelt- just not this much. But with the ground as saturated as it was, it had nowhere to run off, anymore and Towhee made a valid point. Their buried food supplies would be marinating in bogwater if the rain didn't stop soon; the thought of it made Niamh grimace. 

Her eyes widened when Towhee suggested that they come up with a plan for evacuation, if it was necessary. It didn't take much for Niamh to go from 0 to full-on doomsday prepper, but she reminded herself that they were just coming up with a plan- not that it was actually happening. Heron Lake Plateau was the first place Towhee recommended and at first, her ears tipped forward- but then turned back. As much as she liked the thought of going back to the Plateau, for nostalgia's sake...It was- for all the reasons Phox would voice two seconds later- probably not the best option. She felt a twinge in her heart when he mentioned the collapse at the grove, and her sympathetic gaze roved from Phox to Towhee- knowing how hard that'd been on both of them. She felt her throat clench when Phox then pointed out the slippery slopes that surrounded the Plateau, and how easy it would be to fall down them. That was how she'd met Colt. Her gaze fell to the ground for a moment. She had no comment on the Plateau, but her expression said enough; she had her doubts about it. 

Phox then suggested a mountain and strangely, her first thought was Moonspear even though that was in a completely different direction, and much further away. Funny how the two words had become so strongly tethered to one another, since her son and chibling had gone to live there. The mountain Phox spoke of would be a fair journey away- the kids had never gone that far, and it would mean crossing the bog, which- as he pointed out- might also suffer from rising water levels. She felt her throat clench again- what if the bog did flood- the'd be surrounded in the Copse, with the water slowly creeping in from every side. Could the kids handle that kind of swim? Would the current be too strong? And would they get sick, from being so wet for so long? Part of her wanted to strike while the iron was hot, and get out of the Copse before it flooded, before they had to worry about risking their children's lives because they decided to try and wait out the rain. They had no idea if it would stop or not- but was it worth chancing their lives, when they could simply evacuate, for precaution's sake? Even if the rain did stop while they were halfway there- at least it would mean they'd avoided potential disaster, didn't it?

-"We should tell the pack, yes"- Came her answer, though she was still obviously somewhat distracted by her thoughts. -"That mountain's probably the closest high ground, without having to cross the river, which is a non-option,"- She said. -"I could go an' check it out, to see what the going's like, or we could send-"- Who? Who would she suggest? In all honesty, she considered herself to be the best candidate. Put those long legs to some good use. -"I can go."- She said, casting a glance to each of them, in case they had obvious reservations about her going off on the errand.