Sun Mote Copse Along the skyline

She didn't like the idea of giving Rasalas up; for some reason, she had a feeling that whatever he'd been through, he didn't want to go through again. He seemed to take some solace amongst the Firebirds which was enough to convince Niamh that he ought to stay. It irked Niamh to hear her friend mention Alyx, as though to use her as a means to discourage Niamh from stubbornly keeping the child, and her gaze narrowed in response. She didn't like what Towhee was implying, nor did she appreciate the fact that she Sovereign was digging at a wound that was still quite sore. She wanted to snap at Towhee and tell her off for rubbing that fact in- but she bit her tongue. Her lips twitched as she clenched hard enough to draw blood, which she swallowed a moment later. Her expression, she felt, should be warning enough not to rub any more salt in that wound. She steeled herself against her gut reactions, and simply whispered the words -"I know."-

But did she really? Not likely. Considering the fact that she hadn't yet bothered to ask Rasalas if he knew the name Asmoses, or if he'd come from Neverwinter Forest, she obviously hadn't withdrawn herself and her selfish tendencies from the situation enough to consider the boy's parents, and how they might've been worrying for him. 

-"In other news,"- She said, willing herself to forget the grudge that was beginning to form like a cancerous lump in her soul. -"Bronco told me there's trouble brewing in the Northeast. A couple packs who've been picking on lone wolves,"- She said, her features steely and cold. -"Moonspear is training in preparation for confrontation. This is the first I've heard of them, but the packs are called Ursus and the Saints,"- She said, finally returning her gaze- calmer now, that she was distracted by a different subject- to her Sovereign. -"Have you heard anything about them?"- She asked, curious to see if perhaps the pack had seen any trace of hostility in the wilderness since returning to the Copse. She couldn't help but wonder, of course, if there wasn't some connection to be made between these rogue wolves and whoever it was that had hurt Rasalas.