Sun Mote Copse Game of drones.

Now this was the Eljay she knew: confused and uncertain. Towhee chuckled along with Niamh, though it came out sounding a little strangled. Her nerves were a little shot by this entire conversation. She'd gone into it feeling all sorts of uneasy and she was no better off now, though there was a thrum of conviction now building in her blood as she realized they were about to go full circle.

And I'm never, ever, ever moving again if we do this, the Sovereign couldn't help but think, sort of viciously.

Aloud, she said, -"Yes, the two of you. You could take one other—maybe @Chanel?—with you for safety."- Any more than that and it would leave the copse down too many bodies. Man, she suddenly missed X fiercely. -"We'll wait for Phox, run this all past him first. If he's on-board, we'll prepare the rest of the pack and head out once you return, assuming everything's go."- Man, they were really doing this, weren't they?