Sun Mote Copse So meet me where the lights dim

Kiwi seemed to be getting along fine- though her tone was somewhat tentative, she seemed more comfortable talking about how garbage the winter had been, and Niamh didn't feel terribly pressed to push her for details of her personal life. The way she saw it, there were likely other wolves who were set about doing that- so she could be the chill friend who was there to receive a confession if Kiwi wanted to spill her guts, but she wouldn't push her. Everyone needed someone that reminded them that life could be normal. 

Odd for Niamh to take that role, in anyone's life, really, but she'd changed- hopefully. 

Niamh, like Kiwi, hadn't had enough winters to properly be able to complain about them- but like others her age or younger, she was very quick to volunteer her complaints. "Way too long," She drawled, as though she'd seen so many winters, and this one had been the worst. "Apparently if you go far enough South, you'll get to a place where it never snows. But the shitty deal is that there's also not a lot of water. But there's gotta be a sort of happy medium in the middle, right?" She asked as she blithely dug a small cache and nosed the fish into the hole, burying it deftly and squatting to mark the area. She gestured, so that they could continue along the borders together, and without the fish to carry, she could talk.