Sun Mote Copse Game of drones.

It'd taken Niamh a few days to stew over what had happened to Primrose at Kingslend. She'd kept the ordeal to herself as much as possible, and had given a few days just to see if any other news came to them about the Déorwine family and their followers, but nothing that she knew of crossed their paths. Maybe, then, this was an isolated incident...Still, she had a hard time believing that this was something that should be allowed without some sort of discussion afterwards with the wolves of Kingslend handling her son too roughly. 

She decided to seek out Towhee to see what her Person thought about it and had already begun to head for the Rendezvous site, hoping to find her when her Person called out- summoning both Niamh and Phox for another meeting. Her ears pricked. Had Towhee potentially found someone she liked the look of, to use as a baby daddy for her puppies next year? She never could really tell, with Towhee's loud and abrasive howls, whether she was excited, angry, or being serious...So she answered each summon not knowing what to expect. 

She was excited about the idea of having puppies alongside her sister again- but she did want to have the opportunity at least to potentially get her worries off her chest...It hadn't seemed like the time to do so, when she, Phox and Towhee had been discussing pups. That would've been a major conversation downer. But there was a restlessness to Towhee, when she saw her pacing at the Rendez-vous site that gave Niamh the vague notion that things might be different, this time. If something was bothering Towhee...Maybe Niamh might also be able to bring up what was bothering her. She approached, and bumped the top of her head gently against Towhee's shoulder in greeting, the way a cat will greet its human when it wants food.