Sun Mote Copse So meet me where the lights dim

Niamh sort of had to wonder when it was that Kiwi had met Clover- as it was her opinion that Clover...While she hadn't exactly softened, she had definitely come around a bit with her attitude. Maybe it was being separated from Fiadh, as the two had been fairly exclusive and had often teamed up to be brutal to the others their age...Particularly, her and Screech. But Niamh wasn't jealous that Kiwi and Clover had hit it off- it simply meant that the three of them, put together, would all get on fine. She needed and wanted more friendships like that, where it wasn't simply two wolves relying completely on one another...Though she did miss her sister-ship with Towhee. 

"Clover's a great hunting partner. She's also pretty good when it comes to chasing off coyotes. I frickin' love chasing coyotes." She said with a smal click of her teeth to make her point. While Niamh had given up a fair amount of drama and wrecklessness, she did still have a penchant for chasing other canines as far away from their borders as possible. She froze as she moved along, when coincidentally, a scent crossed her path. Kiwi mentioned names and made a comment about Maia that should've made Niamh laugh, but instead she bristled. 

"Speak of the devil," She said, gesturing for Kiwi to come investigate the coyote's scent. She lifted her head and cast her gaze around, her exposed lower canine catching on her lip as she scanned the area for any sign of the felon. She licked her lips, wetting her nose so she could smell a bit better, and blinked. No sign of the coyote in the area, but the scent was relatively fresh. "Hate coyotes." She muttered quietly.