Sun Mote Copse The stars collected, each world accounted for

It's PERFECT, Eeris :) <3

Niamh lifted her head when she heard another wolf approaching, and for their sake, she hoped it was one of only a few other wolves in the pack- namely Colt, Finley, Elwood or Eljay- and she was comforted when she saw the familiar, albeit somewhat sullen features of Eljay as he approached. She felt a pang of guilt in her heart, knowing that she had not had the chance to go and see Wildfire the day she'd called for everyone, and she regretted it. Maybe the kids would have been OK for those few moments- but maybe they wouldn't have been. There was no telling whether a weasel or badger might have found her den and stolen away with her youngsters had she chanced going out and leaving them alone. And since then, she'd been entirely absent from Eljay's life as well- and she felt bad about that too. Nevertheless, she gave him an empathetic, tired, but welcome smile as he came to greet her and her kids. 

She chuckled very softly as Eljay addressed feisty little Bronco, before speaking to her. "It went fine, thank you, Eljay," She said. "Two healthy little sprogs." She said. "Kids, this is your..." Oh dear. Niamh had never been good at figuring out family relations- was Eljay an uncle or a cousin? Finley was their aunt, wasn't she? And Eljay was their kids- but he seemed more like an uncle to Niamh, than a cousin. "I'm just gonna have them call you 'uncle,' if that's OK?" She asked. There was a certain amount of respect that came with being called an aunt or uncle, and she wanted them to look up to Eljay that way. "Uncle Eljay." She said. 

Part of her knew she should offer condolences- but she was sure he'd heard plenty of those, and they probably made him feel sad every time he heard them. She knew she should ask him how he was doing- but he probably got that all the time too, and was probably ready to have everyone stop worrying about him. She didn't want to seem insensitive about it by not doing either- but she figured she'd try, at least, to be a bit more neutral- and keep his visit positive. 

"This little one is Nellie, and that," She said, gesturing deftly to her rowdy little boy, "Is Bronco. Just...Mind your toes and nose. He bites and I swear, those little needle teeth are agony," She said with a smile.