Heron Lake Plateau 'Cause in this home nobody cries alone.

Niamh pouted softly when Towhee spoke, as she did honestly want to know how Quixote had painted her- but that was just her paranoia talking. She gritted her teeth together, and flattened her ears against her head at the thought that Quixote had possibly made her seem weak and feeble, which she didn’t appreciate. While she wanted to melt and weep in front of Towhee and Phox, something kept her from doing so- for the moment at least- because she had to prove whatever Quixote had said about her wrong.

She huffed, her honey eyes flickering to Phox when Towhee spoke “softly” in her ear just because she wanted to catch Phox’s expression. She nodded softly, and snorted. ”S’fine,” She said, incredulously. ”Dunno why it wouldn’t be,” She said, looking back to Towhee with a frown. ”I don’t like him, Towhee.” She said, but hurriedly added ”Not you, Phox- I mean Quixote. I wish you were alpha, Towhee. He just...He treats me like I’m an idiot.” She said with a soft growl.