Sun Mote Copse Wherein the moralist design'd

Ouuuu this could be fun! How about a howl conversation for a bit :3

Niamh was some distance away when she heard her voice wavering on the air. She did a double-take, snorting in confusion, wondering why this stranger named Piety was calling out and asking her about the news. Did she know a Piety? She didn't remember the name- at least, not immediately. So why, then, would a near-stranger come asking specifically for her, and asking her a super vague question about the news?

With so much else on her mind, Niamh had nearly forgotten about the stranger who'd offered to help look for Alyx, and since the girl had been returned to them safe and sound, she'd begun to focus on their more present issues. Thus, while the brief meeting with Piety was logged away in her memory, it was buried beneath a pile of other thoughts. Piety, Piety, Piety. She rolled the name over and over in her brain, and then on her tongue. Nope. No connection made. 

"What do you mean, 'what news,' and who are you again?" She howled back. She huffed. This would probably mean she'd have to cart herself all the way along the borders to find him, which was a use of valuable energy- but such were the obligations of a leader. And so, content to at least continue on a long-distance conversation with the male while she travelled along, she began to trot off toward the borders, hoping that he was at least patient enough to wait there- and that she might remember who he was by the time she reached him.