Redhawk Caldera The Harlequin Lamp

Niamh was still musing to herself about Fennec when Phox brough up Towhee, and her springtime plans. She reflected back on thr last discussion she'd had with Towhee and nearly laughed as she tried to recall some of the lyrics they'd spun back and forth regarding Phox and his man bits. Perhaps something best kept between the two of them, though, so she cleared her throat in an attempt to maintain her composure. "I think the plan still stands for her to just go out on a sexcursion when the time comes. I think at this point, she's mostly just after that Kaertok one, if he happens to be around, or just a rando," She said. She still had her misgivings about Towhee finding a random wolf who could turn out to be a total stalker if she wasn't careful- but they'd face that day if it ever happened. 

And she recalled her answer for Phox before he even got halfway through the sentence. "Boys," She interjected. "Definitely boys." Though it didn't mean she loved her girls any less- but it was a matter of fact that she'd found Primrose had been easier to raise, even in spite of his fascination with the Kingslend wolves. Now that they were further away, that problem had been solved. But the screeching and shouting and sassing and running away and playing in the mud...That had all been the girls. Even with the older generation- Figment was a lad with a good head on his shoulders, and Fennec could be mercurial and flighty. Bronco was a coward, and Nellie had left twice now. Niamh knew that this wouldn't be the case for all kids- but generally, in her experience, the boys had been easier, or had problems that were less difficult to manage than the girls. Unlike Phox, she wasn't as discreet about her own preferences.