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Toothless? Niamh scowled playfully and pursed her lips, before blowing out a breath through the gap in her lip where the tooth would have otherwise blocked the air, puffing the lip out so that the lower canine wouldn't look so snaggletoothed without the upper one to keep the lip in place. She could tell that Bruges wasn't really pleased- he never was, when it came to fights  and he'd almost always declined her invitation to spar. Now he was getting all big brotherly on her, and she wasn't really ready to handle that- she thought she was doing perfectly fine on her own. 

"Nah. Lost that helping a packmate back up over a cliff," She said, but immediately regretted referring to Towhee as just a packmate- she was her person, after all. She opened her mouth to go on to say that she and Towhee had gone on a hunt for Screech, and that was why Towhee had gone over the cliff- but she figured that wouldn't go over very well. "You gonna stick around here?" She asked instead, flipping the questions back on him.