Sun Mote Copse So meet me where the lights dim

Niamh's mood lightened when Kiwi, resilient as ever, gave her retort to the size difference between herself and larger wolves, the brutes that Niamh had called them. "That's right. Just remember what we'd worked on- fight dirrrty," She said, rolling the R in a slightly Christina Aguilera kind of way. And it was a good point- a wolf who couldn't possibly sling weight around had to use other tactics- aside from just being speedy. A small wolf pinned was a small wolf dead- unless they employed different self-defence tactics, some of which Niamh had taught Kiwi. 

She seemed interested in the cougar fight, and Niamh's features grew a bit more grim. "Hard to say. It wasn't really three-versus-one," She admitted. "'Cause at any point, it'd have one of us pinned or compromised, leaving the other two to try and distract it so the third could get up or get away." She said. "There was no glory in that- the damn cat surprised one wolf, so I went to help out- as did Caiaphas (an old packmate of mine). Eventually, the cat turned and left, but we all kinda got savaged regardless." She said.