Sun Mote Copse Waking young and feeling old

Wraen seemed keen to see the optimistic side of faults, something Niamh wished she could do better. She was definitely the more forgiving sort, or so she must have been, to be able to talk so casually about accept the faults present in others. She hoped that Wraen would be able to see past her faults, should they show themselves. At least she could feel fairly secure knowing that out of all the other wolves in the pack, Wraen would be the least likely to hold a grudge, or so she thought. She offered Wraen a sweet smile, as she appreciated the way her good-natured packmate could make Niamh feel les terrible about her past, failed relationship with Colt. "You're right," She said softly. She'd have to thank Colt, too, for being willing to look beyond her past errors. She was lucky to be surrounded by the wolves she now lived with. 

Her eyebrows lifted when Wraen detailed Maia's hunting expertise- or lack thereof. She chuckled lightly, and nodded. "Thanks for stopping by, Wraen. And if the two of you ever wanna go for something in the bigger game category, let me know. I've been working on perfecting my skills as a large-prey hunter." She said. She stood, to see Wraen out, bid her another fond adieu, and then got back to diggin her den out, hoping that she could have a space big enough for herself and Colt by nightfall.