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She groaned as she felt the blunt end of Towhee's muzzle pushing into her ruff. She continued to try and work her dry tongue over her parched lips, and leaned against her friend. She worked her jaws as though to try churning out a reply, but Towhee didn't have the patience to wait for her to collect herself. "Reyes," She croaked, but her lips hardly moved, so Towhee might have assumed that Niamh had said nothing at all. She lifted her head when Towhee mentioned Phox, and she gazed off toward the woods. Phox wasn't there. Towhee'd asked this...Stranger, to call for him. "No," Niamh said softly. She was counting on Phox to hunt Reyes down and make him pay. But her plea wasn't soon enough, and the male- who was that anyway?- had already called for him. "No," She said again, a bit more firmly, but Towhee'd pulled away from her side. 

Calling for Phox would distract him. She didn't want him to hear Rye, and then assume something had happened with her. She wanted Phox to hunt Reyes down and gut him- and things weren't going according to plan. She growled softly as the stranger moved toward her at Towhee's bidding, but she had zero potential to cause him much harm. She felt grouchy as Towhee pulled away, and she knew that likely now, Towhee- without even knowing what had happened- was going to go off after Phox. She leapt to the conclusion that Towhee might intervene and stop Phox from killing Reyes. She wasn't sure why- but she had a feeling. Given the fact she'd already tried to get Rye to call Phox off the hunt, it was likely that she'd try and stop any other fights from taking place. 

She left, and Niamh drearily eyed the male up. He wasn't hard on the eyes, that was for sure. But she didn't know him, and she'd already been bitten once that day, and wasn't interested in trusting another stranger. "Go with Towhee." She said, and began to struggle to her feet. She wasn't comfortable staying here with this stranger- not after being ditched by Phox, Eljay and now Towhee. "Reyes is a threat," She gritted, as a warning, and began to limp away, slowly, with every intention of retreating to her den.