Heron Lake Plateau Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?

Niamh tried to pull together some sort of sign, to express whatever way it was that Towhee did get a hold of information- as her expression had been meant more as a general statement than anything, but she didn't get the chance to reply to the beta's sarcastis remark. She demanded to know what was wrong with Raven, verbally, but didn't give Niamh a chance to finish. She'd dropped the rabbit to explain, but before she could say anything, Towhee was off and running. She gave an exhasperated sigh, snatched up the rabbit and raced after her.

Towhee had had a head start, and it seemed as though she had some fire at her heels, because even Niamh couldn't catch up or pass her. She tagged along behind, matching pace once she'd picked up a run, but was unable to overtake the beta so she could explain...And they arrived at Quixote and Raven's living space soon enough anyway. Niamh slowed down as soon as she saw Quixote, but Towhee was determined to get straight to Raven. Bashfully, Niamh hung back, waiting in the background. Quixote introduced Towhee, and Niamh gingerly moved forward as well, still keeping well back from Towhee, with the rabbit in her mouth. 

She peered forward, ears flattened and posture lowered, like a dog who has been disciplined and doesn't want to get another smack. She glanced to Quixote, and dropped the rabbit, whining softly to try and catch his attention so he'd at least see that she'd brought something to eat.