Cedar Sweep We opened a door (we shouldn't have).

Niamh actually caught sight of her son's fleeing rear end as he sped off into the pack's claimed territory, and away from the borders where she'd assumed he'd been patrolling. She hadn't been too far away and had just been on her way out to patrol, and assumed that she might as well pick up where Bronco left off, and check out why it was that he'd taken off running as though someone had lit his tail on fire. At least it was good to see him moving faster than a snail's pace; it seemed as though as the boy grew, the less he wanted to zip about, and the more he simply wanted to lounge around or meander along the borders without any real goal of making good time. 

She caught Towhee's scent, though, and quickened her pace, assuming that she might still be in the area. Lo and behold, she was- waiting at the borders where Bronco had left her. She perked her ears and laughed, gesturing off over her shoulder toward where Bronco had beat a hasty retreat. -I dunno what you said to him, but I haven't seen that kid move that fast in ages.- She chuckled. -What brings you here, aside from terrorizing my brat of a son?-