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Niamh appeared right then and Towhee inhaled sharply, leaning almost mechanically into her greeting. Normally, she would've waited for her brother to join them too before getting into it, though with her mind running this rampant, she could neither sit still nor exercise patience. They would bring Phox up to speed whenever he joined them.

-"I think we should relocate,"- she blurted, catching Niamh's eye. -"There's wolves in Hideaway Strath again. I wouldn't let that get to me, even with those other guys,"- Towhee said, flashing back to Niamh's initial warning about those wolves with boners for elk and one another, -"but with so many of our kids at Moonspear and Firefly Glen, I want to be closer to them too. It would be safer and more convenient."- She exhaled loudly. -"But it's insane to think about moving, isn't it? Especially right now?"-

She knew the answer to that, though Towhee couldn't help it as more words sprung from lips and limbs. -"There's no time to scout out a suitable territory, not with winter right around the corner. But we know of a viable place. Just..."- But it was cursed, in Towhee's mind.