Heron Lake Plateau Waking young and feeling old

Niamh would have been happy with the silence. She would tolerate the company fine, if she didn't have to answer tonnes of questions, but as it was, she'd obviously be denied that. When she was asked what else she liked to do, Niamh frowned- since she'd joined the pack, she really hadn't continued doing what had normally pleased her- now, it seemed, she had replaced those fruitless hobbies with ones that actually helped the pack out, such as patrolling and hunting. She knew those wouldn't suffice as answers, though, so she rolled a shoulder in thought, loosening the muscle a bit. 

"Uhm...I like swimming," She confessed. On the hottest days, she'd almost always go for a swim, sometimes both before and after a patrol. "There's a willow tree, near the lake, that has a wide, almost horizontal bough," She said, "An' it's only like...Three feet off the ground. So I sometimes just go for a swim, then jump up there and lay down to dry." She admitted. Fiadh had found her there once- and had given her some sour amount of scrutiny for being up in a tree- but she didn't exactly care what Fiadh had thought about her. "You?" She asked, figuring it was only polite to return the question.

Though Niamh and Ceara had plenty to talk about, the tension was still more or less palpable between the two. Conversation was mostly a polite back-and-forth, without much real socialization, until eventually they would part and go their separate ways.