Heron Lake Plateau Now, your robot heart is bleeding

Ceara's grief turned to anger, but as far as Niamh could tell, it was simply because she agreed with the fact that a childkiller deserved death. Her resolve led her to prompt for a spar, and though Niamh wasn't sure either of them was up for it- her face was still healing, and Ceara had obviously just been in a fight herself, but she shrugged and stepped back, lashing her tail from side to side. "Sure," She said, though she wasn't entirely sure this was what she wanted to do. 

Ceara wasn't exactly the kind of wolf Niamh wanted to spar. She either wanted to spar with a friend, or actually fight a stranger. Ceara was neither- so she wasn't entirely sure how to approach the whole endeavour- how to properly defend herself and plan attacks without going too far or taking it too easy on her. She could always try to pretend Ceara fit into one of those categories, but the problem still remained- which one would she put Ceara in?