Sun Mote Copse Game of drones.

As soon as Towhee said the words back home, in reference to the Caldera, Niamh's ears perked and she glanced at their Sovereign curiously. While Niamh had been born elsewhere, she wouldn't have referred to it as back home, but as simply her birthplace. She'd confessed that she had misgivings about going back- though clearly, it still retained its sentimental title. She looked to Phox, who didn't seem to oppose the idea, though he brought up mention of informing the Frosthawks. 

With that, Niamh considered the sheer strength of the pack when also noting their alliances as well. They had the Frosthawks, Moonspear and now the formation of Firefly Glen as allies. She knew the others wouldn't want to hear the idea of gathering their friends with them and chasing the Kingslend wolves out of the forest to the South. She had no idea who the wolves were who'd moved into the Strath, but it didn't seem like the ideal place to launch an attack to get them to leave, either, if they all got cornered in there together. Part of her wanted to share the idea of chasing out at least one of their neighbours, rather than simpy surrendering their Copse. But she was neither wholly attached to living in the copse, or to waging war with wolves who hadn't done anything that was an outrageous sin. Even Niamh had her limits. 

-"Never been there,"- She answered quietly. But Eljay could lead the way, and if any problems arose, they should be able to handle themselves well enough. -"Though I'd rather leave Chanel here. Eljay and I can hold our own and if not, we can outrun whatever we need to. I don't want the pack to be short a member that's just going to be tagging along for a scouting mission."- She said. She also felt that Chanel was a good puppysitter- and while her kids were getting older, they were a handful- and she would rather have an extra adult on guard along the borders if not to keep bad wolves out, then to help keep her troublesome youngsters in.