Heron Lake Plateau Your love is like a car crash.

Niamh snorted and got to her feetl, finally breathing a sigh of relief as her wind returned to her. To Towhee's remark about tickling being used in a fight, all she could do was smile and shake her head. It had worked on her, clearly- but of course, her friend had only managed to get so close because she was indeed her friend, and Niamh never would have retaliated in a hostile way. Not many other fights could be switched from a spar to a playfight. 

Regardless, Niamh was always up for food, so she nodded and happily followed after her friend in search of a meal.