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-"Relocate?"- Niamh mimicked, surprised that Towhee had come to that conclusion. She sat down to face her friend, and grimaced as she explained that there were wolves moving into the Strath. Wasn't that place supposed to be impossible to access now, after the landslide? Apparently not, given the fact that two wolves had now passed through the area without getting themselves stuck in the pit of despair. Towhee briefly made a reference to the Kingslend wolves and Niamh opened her mouth to continue on that thought- but shut it again, given the fact that Towhee wasn't finished. 

She could understand wanting to be closer to the kids- and with the wolves of Moonspear expanding their territory outward but away from them, it did mean that Meerkat and Bronco- both a part of the expansion- would be a bit further from them. But Meerkat was nearly an adult now- and Niamh didn't particularly want to crowd Bronco who seemed to have been doing perfectly fine in her absence. Then again, there was Alyx to consider- maybe she would want to move, and maybe that would be enough to keep her content if she was close enough to two other packs that had young wolves like her, that she wasn't related to. 

Before she could answer Towhee's question about moving, she suggested that there was a place, and Niamh fell quiet for a moment. Did she mean the Plateau? Having lived there before, and having seen what it was like in the Spring, Niamh wasn't terribly keen on returning there, knowing that it took very little for the plateau to become  flooded and dangerous. Even the slope off the Southwestern side of it was dangerous. 

Before she answered Towhee directly, she thought it might be fit to mention what had been on her mind. -"Y'know I...I don't like moving, 'cause I don't like change. But I hate bad neighbours more'n that,"- She explained. -"And them Kingslend wolves...Prim went to visit them- and brought them flowers for their king, who I've met, he seems...Better than the others. But then two of their goddamn guards stole his flowers, and scruffed him when he got to their borders."- She snarled. -"I wanna wring their throats for it; who the fuck would ever need to scruff such a delicate child like Prim?"- She asked. After all, he wasn't a disobedient child whatsoever. He was dreamy, delicate, and sweet. -"Either we get rid of them or...Yeah. We leave."- She said. After a pause, she asked -"Who the fuck's in the Strath now?"-