Sun Mote Copse Game of drones.

Niamh shrugged. -"Not to me."- She said. The Strath wasn't far enough away for Niamh's comfort. It had been absolutely fine when it had belonged to Asterism Grove, as it'd been a perk to have their allies so nearby. But a new batch of strangers who'd moved in withuot scoping to see who was in the beighbourhood first, and making sure they weren't encroaching on exterior hunting grounds? Niamh thought it was ridiculous. They had to be just as ignorant as the Kingslend wolves, if not more so. An ironic thought struck her, and she cackled sarcastically. -"For all we know, the pack in the Strath could be them Saints idiots we've been warned about. What kind of a mindfuck would that be?"- She joked. The very idea of it seemed too outlandish to even be possible. 

And she wasn't interested in finding out. 

-"It's nice here, but it did flood. I don't want that to happen again. And I liked the Plateau, but again- it's another flood waiting to happen. But if we take to high ground, like this Caldera you're talking about..."- She murmured. -"How far away is it? That's where you were born, right?"- She asked. Niamh, after all, hadn't come into Towhee's life until the very beginning of her transition to the Plateau. She'd missed out on all the Redhawks adventures on the Caldera completely. She realized mid-ramble that Eljay had been drawing closer, and had potentially overheard a fair amount of what she'd just said. It made her a bit uncomfortable that he'd seen fit to interrupt what Niamh thought had obviously been a leadership meeting; and he would have heard that the summon had been for her and Phox, and that he hadn't been included. Too late now, though, as he'd joined them regardless, and Niamh simply sent a look to Towhee to see how she felt about having him at least listen in on their executive decision-making process.