Sun Mote Copse So I've gotten used to coffee sweats

So far, no one had reacted badly to the prospective litter. Wildfire supposed there wasn't much reason for anyone to be upset about it, though the positive reactions always meant a lot to her, Niamh's included. Her black tail waved, particularly when the Tradesman offered her services as a hunter.

Before the Sovereign could say anything in acknowledgement, Niamh paused and checked their trail. Wildfire paused too, waiting for her to finish her assessment, her own chestnut gaze trailing thoughtfully over the tracks.