Redhawk Caldera It's not just where you make your bed

Rue had just taken a step backwards, intending to disappear back into the scenery, when Towhee caught her eye and ushered her forward. Rue joined the group wordlessly, laying her fish on the ground and reclining onto her haunches. She remained silent as they conversed. Even though she was invited now, she knew she was an outsider among these wolves who shared each-others' blood. 

"We're here." 

Rue nodded along as Towhee comforted Phox. She wasn't one-hundred-percent caught up on all things Niamh-related, but Rue was here if Phox needed a babymama her, eager to help in any way she could be of use. 

Fennec spoke. No. That wasn't right. Niamh didn't chase Reyes out-- Phox did. Rue saw it with her own eyes, or heard it with her own ears, rather. Since Phox was the one who dismissed Reyes, it stood to reason that he was the one who would need to approve Reyes's re-admission. Rue looked to Phox, awaiting his response. 

For what it was worth, Rue agreed with Fennec. She thumped her tail against the ground, hoping the blind Redhawk would feel that her idea had at least one packmate's support. If Towhee had a chance at having her mate, or boyfriend, or whatever back-- a chance at a happy family-- then they owed it to their Sovereign to make it happen. Rue would hand the Towhee's-Baby-Daddy title back over, in exchange for the Towhee's-Best-Friend title. Niamh had left that position up for grabs, it seemed.