Sun Mote Copse Night on earth.

Niamh snorted when Towhee showed obvious dismay at her kindling a desire to name a child Sloth, and she took the advice with a grain of salt. She tilted her head back, sticking out her chin indignantly, as though to say I'll give my damn kids miserable names if I want to but obviously, Niamh was too proud of a creature to wind up naming her children things that might make her look worse. 

She was still somewhat raw and awkward about talking so...Directly about Phox, so she tried to dodge the comment about him, given the fact that she was talking to his sister, and simply nodded. "I can do both. Or just...Do that later...To the river it is," She said, somewhat flustered, but in the end, she laughed, knowing that this sort of conversation wasn't the sort of thing that would awkward Towhee out at all. But Niamh hadn't been in the same pack when Camilla had come along, so she hadn't been privy to their arrangements. She walked with Towhee, feeling a bit better about how things had ended up, but still very much aware of the fact that Towhee was in pain. Healing, but hurt.