Sun Mote Copse Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger

When Wraen's greeting rang out, Niamh stopped, still staring straight ahead for a moment, until she opened her jaws, dropping the fox to the ground with a dull thump. She turned her head to regard the approaching female, though her expression fairly clearly showed something akin to skepticism. It wasn't a good morning, and she felt lightly ruffled that Wraen would say such a thing so soon afer Colt's death. Of course- she was still over-sensitive and a bit irrational, so her reactions were still a bit poor. She glanced down at the fox when asked about it, and she merely frowned and shrugged one shoulder. "Won't trespass again," She said dully, 

She wasn't exactly looking for company, so she figured she might as well continue on her patrol, and if Wraen followed her, then that was her choice. Before she did so, Niamh bent down and placed one foot on the fox's body, and grabbed it with her teeth near the base of its tail. With a couple savage yet brief shakes of her head, she pulled the fox's tail free, and dropped it again, intending to do what she'd done long ago with a coyote when they'd bee problematic trespassers at the plateau- leave bits of it here and there along the border as a warning for other predators. She stepped overthe tail and squatted, leaving a clear marking to any other predators that happened upon their borders. Simply leaving a chunk of meat at the borders would be foolish- but making a clear display of it, and urinating on it, had served to deter coyotes from the borders before. For extra measure, she kicked some dirt out with her hind feet, making it even more clear that this was a border marking, and no trespassers would be tolerated. 

She glanced to Wraen, ridding her muzzle of a puff of fox fur with a sharp exhale, before she picked up the fox, gestured vaguely that Wraen could accompany her if she chose to, and began to move along the borders again.