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It hurt Niamh that Towhee didn't immediately try to trag her back to the Grove with her as soon as she'd said that she wanted to switch packs. Towhee was being rational, but that wasn't the Towhee that Niamh wanted in that instant. She wanted the impulsive friend that would want Niamh back by her side in her pack, so they could just go back to what life used to be like, and raise their kids together in that same way. Towhee explained to Phox what had happened in a manner that was so abrupt it hurt Niamh's heart...She felt it wasn't fair to summarize her pain in a couple short sentences, and then to go on and insist that while she was welcome, that the Copse needed her...And that she wasn't going to try and steal Niamh for her own. 

Phox voiced his opinion about her welcome as well, and she nodded solemnly. But she'd already made up her mind. She'd wanted Towhee to tell her she'd be crazy to stay in the Copse. To argue with her that she needed to move now and leave the Copse behind. But she didn't get that...And perhaps Towhee was right, but Niamh was too emotional to see it. She simply wanted someone to want her, to need her, and to pull her toward them- but she didn't want it to be her own packmates who were the ones doing it, she wanted someone she wanted to be the one pulling her close, and she wasn't getting that here. 

"Maybe you're right," She said dryly, trying to sound at least somewhat convincing. "We'll need to talk about winter...It might be an idea to band the packs a bit tighter, a bit closer, for hunting purposes...But yeah. I should probably stay in the Copse," She said, her tone fairly bland.