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Towhee didn’t seem to think tbat any of their own pre-existing members would go with them, which put Niamh’s mind at ease. It would give them another strong alliance without having too many wolves in the area, and she was OK with that. But then again, she didn’t tink that Wildfire needed to leave anyway; the idea of it seemed strange, given the fact that she’d only just come to join them. 

Towhee’s comment about Quixote briefly lit up Niamh’s features- until she caught the look on Towhee’s face. No, she supposed, he wouldn’t go. He had no reason to; unless he could basically bring his entire family with him, and that was only if Wildfire wanted him around. That seemed like a stretch. Her mildly enthused expression faded fast.

Towhee then gave her some background story which eventually made things make a bit of sense- but still it surprised her. War? From Drageda? ”They were our allies,” She commented quietly. Her thoughts ran to Artaax, and she felt a warm twinge in her belly. She’d forgotten the fact he’d been hunting someone down. All she remembered was what she wanted to remember, and now, she wondered what might become of their arranged date on new year’s eve. ”Won’t it bring war to them, though? They’ll be vulnerable if there aren’t many of them. And won’t we have to step in?” She asked. And what would happen then? If she had to face Artaax on that day? Of course, they could always just sneak off together...But she suspected that from a pack with that kind of crazy loyalty, he’d choose the war over her.