Redhawk Caldera Leave your bag of bones underneath your bed

She thought she could sense both Alyx and Phox becoming a bit tense as she approached- so she figured that something was up. Her daughter answered her, and Niamh pursed her lips in thought. She no more than flicked an ear in Phox's direction, when he assured her that this wasn't something he and Towhee had known for some time. She'd only just informed them, but she hadn't bothered to wait for her birthmother to show up before sharing her news. It rubbed Niamh the wrong way, to be the last to hear important news. But- being informed just after Phox and Towhee wasn't terrible; they were her closest companions, after all, and the leaders of the pack. 

Alyx looked as though she was bracing for a strong wind- and Niamh couldn't blame her. Had Towhee and Phox not been present, she likely wouldn't have reined in her temper. Phox, in asking her questions about her plan, basically enabled their daughter and gave her permission to go. Niamh wanted to snap at him and shut him up- but she bit her tongue instead. He was so soft; too soft, perhaps. She and Alyx were oil and flame. She wasn't interested in knowing when Alyx planned to leave, or where she planned on going. It stung her most to hear that she potentially intended not to return. 

"I don't want to hear you say you'll never come back." She commented. She felt it was rude of Alyx to imply that she would willingly leave, and intentionally never see her parents again. She felt that it was an ungrateful remark, considering the fact that she had been nurtured and raised by all three leaders present. "We'll...Always be here." She stated simply, with an unimpressed shrug. She felt obliged, somewhat, to grant her daughter permission because Phox and Towhee clearly already had. But she'd be damned if she seemed willing and enthusiastic about it.