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Niamh settled back onto four feet when her brother pulled away, but one eyebrow remained raised, as though she was still considering trouncing him and pushing him into the dirt just for fun- knowing he didn't like to get dirty. Still, now wasn't exactly the time- they had too much to get caught up about- and for the moment, Ambrose's call had been more or less forgotten. 

He touched her on her forehead, and for a second she gave him a funny look- as though to ask what he was referring to, until she remembered the clawmarks. "Right." She said. "Fucking cougar.  Made it back down, though," She said, with a toothy grin. She dipped into a play-bow, waving her tail above her haunches. "Looks pretty tough, eh?"