Cedar Sweep We opened a door (we shouldn't have).

Her sense of humour dissipated when she realized that Towhee hadn't come for just another visit to see her and see what was new. This wasn't a simple coffee and gossip afternoon at all- her friend had come to tell her something important. Just as Towhee began to speak, she heard Bronco hastily call out for her- telling her that Towhee was at the border, which perplexed Niamh a touch. She supposed, then, that Bronco was supposed to call out for her earlier, and had forgotten to do so...What a guardian he was, greeting someone at the borders and then leaving them alone- and forgetting to call out for whoever it was that was meant to meet their visitor. She'd have to have a chat with him afterwards to make fun of him for his blunder. 

Towhee's news surprised Niamh. Phox had told Niamh about the Redhawks becoming the Frosthawks, and at first, Niamh was simply set to roll her eyes. Sure, Raven and Quixote were moving the band somewhere else. Who was even left in the pack anyway, besides the two of them, possibly a couple of their kids, and Rannoch and Liffey? It was quite possibly just them, that little familial group. Niamh didn't envy them for having such a small pack- the Firebirds weren't really doing much better- practically all of them, except for Wraen (who was technically a distant relative of Niamh's) were related. Well, not practically- literally. 

When Towhee brought up the Blackfeathers who had come too close to their area, Niamh sighed. -I ran into them too, and I sent that batch of ill-bred Blackfeathers on their way. They had no right to be this close, but I think it was more by stupid accident than anything,- Niamh said. She didn't want to make excuses for them, nor did she want to necessarily hint that they were harmless...She did feel that way- it had simply been a mother searching for one of her kids, while two of her other foolish children had been wandering around in the area as well, simply waiting to be killed by any vengeful former Redhawk. Niamh believed that she'd put a good bit of fear in them before she'd sent them packing. Apparently Raven was too triggered by the incident to chance there being any future incidents, and had decided to move her entire pack completely away from the area- yet again. Niamh sighed. It was all a bit over-dramatic, in her opinion, which was somewhat ridiculous, considering that Quixote was still possibly one of the most boring wolves she'd ever met. She would have assumed he wouldn't give into that sort of hysteria. -C'mon. Let's get caught up,- She said, inviting her friend in with her, so that they weren't just talking on the borders. She wanted a bit more information, and also shared her experience with the Blackfeathers with her friend, making sure to be clear that she too did not appreciate the fact that they had come this far South.