Sun Mote Copse Song d'un nuit de sabbat.

Towhee laughed, but her voice was faint and more like a whisper than anything, and shortly thereafter, she was gone, unconscious and limp. Niamh growled softly, more out of anxiety than anything. She felt tense, and didn't want anyone to go anywhere near her friend, simply because this was something that had been trained into her. No matter what Towhee faced, or got into, Niamh had been there to have her back, to launch into the fight, to pull her back into safety. She felt helpless now, and still felt nervous having so many others around. No matter how much she trusted her own packmates, Niamh still felt like she should be the main protector in this case, because this was Towhee. 

"Bronco's den's nearby. He won't mind if we kick him out and let Towhee stay there until she's better," She offered. She hated admitting that her own son had already moved out and found his own den, but it was what it was, and she knew that he wouldn't mind helping Towhee out. Elwood asked about moving Towhee, and Niamh stiffened for a moment, before she moved a bit closer to her friend. Eljay would be the one who would know best how they could move Towhee- but Niamh was going to be the one to do the job.