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She wasn't sure entirely what that look from Towhee meant. As flat as Towhee's vocal tones were, it didn't necessarily make her more expressive, necessarily, with her face either- though Niamh had thought that she'd gotten relatively decent at reading her friend's facial expressions. She could tell that the smile wasn't entirely genuine, though her sarcasm did a little to convince Niamh that things weren't too tense between the two of them. Quickly, though, Towhee made it fairly clear that there was something else on her mind, and Niamh's hackles bristled lightly when Towhee asked her about Tegan. 

"No," She said, ears turning back. She had a bad feeling already. "I caught his scent along the borders probably...Nine days ago or so. Kiwi and Wildfire greeted him, but I just caught his tracks when I patrolled later on that day." She said. "Why? Did he not go home after that?" She asked, concern pulling the corners of her lips tight.