Sun Mote Copse So meet me where the lights dim

Niamh chuckled and shrugged. "Beats me," She said. She recalled, though, that it had been Ceara who had told her this information, so she playfully bumped her shoulder against Kiwi's, as a mark of their friendship. "But the wolf who told me this stuff? She was batshit crazy." She said. It felt nice, being able to trash-talk Ceara again, for some reason. She hadn't thought about her sister-in-law in quite some time, but she liked Kiwi enough that she figured it was safe to talk about her, and that she might enjoy hearing a bit of dirt about the wolf she had butted heads with so much back at the Plateau. 

"Prolly living in the desert might've made her that way, who knows. But she was nuts. Drove me absolutely in-sane." She said. Man, did it ever feel good to be able to discuss Ceara without worrying about losing her rank because of it. "Bitch tried to challenge me for my rank," Not true, but that was how Niamh remembered it, "Hooked up with my older brother, and used to suck up to the alphas, then cry whenever she got in trouble." She said, characterizing Ceara incredibly poorly. It was a bit immature of Niamh to say these things- but even she wasn't immune to the lures of gossiping and bitching. "You know anyone that just makes you feel...Guhhh," She said, and shuddered, hoping that was enough of an indication of how Ceara had- at one point- made her feel.