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Nimah blinked when Towhee voiced her unspoken question, and looked to Wraen with a raised eyebrow when it was confessed that there was no plan. This wasn't a meeting afer all; it was just supposed to be fun. She wondered vaguely if Wraen really understood what it was like to have three kids hanging off her, draining energy from her with their toothy little mouths- because her idea of 'fun' was definitely not exactly what Niamh would've chosen to do. For starters- there was no food. Why was there no food?! How was this supposed to be any fun if Niamh didn't get something to eat?!

Nevertheless, Niamh assumed they would be eating at some point, and was willing to follow Wraen in the hopes that wherever they were headed, it would at least end with a hunt. She'd even be content if they dug something up from a cache, but she felt she deserved better than day-old dirt-covered hare. The comment about 'mother hero' nearly went straight over her head- as she was still musing to herself about menu items- and she snorted in confusion at the ridiculous title. "Mother Hero?" She asked, voice thick with skepticism but- after a moment of consideration...Sure, the title was ridiculous, but...She wasn't one to turn down a fancy title. "Yeah, I could dig that." Sergeant-at-Arms and Mother Hero. Flattery was a quick way to earn Niamh's participation- and even without the promise of a meal, Wraen had managed to bargain for and acheive a bit more interest and participation from the tired mother. She turned to Towhee with a grin. -See that? We're 'Mother Heroes' now,- She boasted. After all- if she was a 'Mother Hero,' then Towhee was too. 

"So..." She said. Dog-with-a-bone, she was. -Does 'witching around' mean we get to eat something?-