Heron Lake Plateau Now, your robot heart is bleeding

Aaaaaand there it was. It seemed like every conversation they had, as soon as Niamh said something, things would get awkward. Ceara's uncertainty frustrated Niamh, especially when she said that she'd just go. So clearly, Ceara was still more inclined to avoid Niamh than anything. Did she do this with everyone? Did she simply leave and avoid every wolf that made her the least bit uncomfortable? Niamh shook her head and squared her paws. This had to stop- Ceara couldn't simply think she should wander away every time she thought she might make things go over the top. 

"Nah. Bring it." She said. Her voice was a bit lacklustre, sure, but she lowered her head and poised herself, ready should Ceara make the first move. Just a simple opponent, Niamh reminded herself- though her heart truly wasn't in it. The spar went reasonably well for both of them- but there was still somewhat of an air of awkwardness, with neither wanting really to get in too deep with the other. Both of them could use the practice- but honestly, they both simply needed more practice being around each other.