Redhawk Caldera Warp 1.9.

"Right?!" Her response was immediate; and while it wasn't exactly a precise topic starter, Towhee's statement precisely paraphrased all of the milling thoughts circling through Niamh's head. She groaned slightly as she shifted her weight, allowing her to sink a bit into the snow, in a Niamh-shaped divet. She glanced over Towhee's shoulder into the darkness of the den, though she couldn't make out any forms. Meerkat sounded miserable, still, but she thought her voice sounded a bit more faint. 

She brought her gaze back and stared out into the woods, though her eyes were drawn inevitably back to the deep red gash that made her leg look so ugly. It was even swollen in a way that made her look as though she had a second knee, which was even more disgusting. At least her swollen eye was on the side of her face that wasn't pointed toward Towhee, so she could at least look half pretty, with one side of her face. She'd turn her muzzle back toward Towhee to speak, though, as she knew it would be both awkward and painful to use ptero. "I'm proud of them," She said, "But...Fuck." She reiterated, shaking her head. "I think I thought if we fought all the nightmares in the world, they wouldn't have to." She admitted. They'd fought off so many threats before- they'd chased off usurpers, turncoats and murderers...But it seemed the world had not finished with them yet.