Heron Lake Plateau when we wake up, we remember it was just a paper cut

Clover was glad to hear Niamh wanted time away from him. The public had influenced her decision more than her knowledge, but now that Niamh knew the truth, now she could decide for herself once and for all what sort of wolf she wanted to hang around with. That she expressed she wouldn't be keen on it caused Clover to soften a measure, though admittedly Clover wanted more than that. 

Niamh knew his past and could imagine the risk she put herself by being close to him, now, knowing that—and Clover, as she thought this, meant Niamh's own personal, mental wounds. Clover did not know Tit all that well to start with, thankfully (and also fortunately for Titmouse)—she would be all the more vindictive if it were so. If she had known him and he had left her behind, her hurt would be far more severe. 

She fought, now, solely for her families safety. Clover perceived him as a risk because frankly, she could not even understand any of it. What had he returned for? Because the battle was done, and he was safe? Why had he left? And, he wanted to fight Towhee to start with for this scrap of land. He was really happy, not leading, when he had wanted to? Why had he come to her families den and refused to leave? Did he really not know where it was he had stood? Well, Niamh somehow hadn't, either... 

I also... just want to know... did you... not smell the den the other day...? Or... or were you like, caught up in the moment, 'cause you guys were friends and you wanted to be a good one... Clover sought to extend some sort of benefit of the doubt to her, provide the beginnings of an olive branch, but she wanted to understand that day, too, because she could not make sense of it. Clover would have her families and friends back too, she supposed, though even Clover had the inherent instinct to stay away from the den. Even now she only went to it when invited, though she skulked around its perimeter lately largely in thanks to Tit's arrival.