Sun Mote Copse somebody's calling, trying to track me down

Niamh could read signs well enough, when she wanted to, but more often than not she tended to breeze through them with all the grace of a wreckhouse wind making short work of a clothesline. He looked like he was trying not to look at her too much, which she did enjoy, because she interpreted that as a sign that he was attracted to her...But also that he had some reason to be ashamed of thinking she was pretty. The possibility that perhaps he was naturally very shy, or perhaps had once been traumatized by someone who looked like her didn't even cross her mind. Maybe he was absolutely petrified of visiting another pack, or maybe he came with news that he was afraid to deliver- Niamh didn't even consider those possibilities. She saw what she liked to see, and she felt she was pretty much right, regardless of whether or not she was. 

His eyes lifted and his entire posture froze, though, so Niamh casually turned her head to see who it was that could've turned the already nervous boy into a pillar of ice when she saw Towhee. She smiled and opened her mouth to call out- but stiffly, like a cardboard image of herself, Towhee had been turned around and 'noped' off back into the woods, and Niamh wasn't sure if the noise she'd made had been a verbal note of displeasure or some sort of wet fart caused by anxiety but either way, she was having none of this interaction. 

Niamh, naturally, was fascinated. No one made Towhee act like that. 

She looked back and forth for a moment between Arcturus- still looking as though he'd had something very painful shoved through his gut, and the area where Towhee had disappeared, and she found herself compelled to back up a few paces. "Soooo...You've met Towhee," She said slowly, and then realization dawned. 

This totally had to be one of the randoms that Towhee had banged. 

She tried to hide her delight, but was really unable to do so, despite the fact that he was giving every sign that he was not pleased with Towhee, and she was clearly not willing to be caught in a conversation with him either. She practically shivered with barely contained excitement. "So you've....met, Towhee, eh?" She goaded tactlessly, having failed clearly and miserably at the whole idea of reading the room. To make matters worse, potentially, she winked- as though to congratulate him.