Sun Mote Copse Night on earth.

Niamh would've been happy to continue joking about grandchildren. At some point, she needed to realize that she too could be a grandmother by the next year- if Nellie or Bronco paired up with someone, but she wasn't quite ready to take on the title as gleefully as Towhee was. So it was all for the best that she was oblivious, as was generally the case with a wolf like Niamh. She handled things much better when she didn't know exactly how things worked. 

But when Towhee returned the subject to her and her feelings, she slicked her ears back, now ashamed that she'd even dared to go on about how she was feeling, while Towhee herself was the one suffering the consequences of something she'd done nothing to deserve. She shrugged. -I guess I just feel like I've done nothing to deserve to have a body that can have kids. An' I'm angry an' don't know why whatever happened, but you got a body that can't.- She said, while meanwhile, the thought "Or so Raven says" came to mind...As part of her still didn't buy into the thought that Towhee could not possibly have children. She disliked it so much that she stubbornly held onto hope, if for nothing else, than out of spite.  -It's not right. And I'm...Kinda mad about it.- She confessed. She shrugged. In all honesty, she wanted Towhee to have kids. Even if they were 'I didn't know I was pregnant' kids that came at the last minute, without showing any signs. 

-I dunno. I shouldn' be making things about me.- She said.  -But...You better tell your kids to name one of your grandkids after you. Towhee II, or Towtwo, or something like that.- She said.