Sun Mote Copse [BWP] There's a method to the madness

Truth be told, Niamh had been managing her grief more or less on her own as well. Finley was lucky that she had nice kids, and a wonderful husband. Niamh had a son who resented her, and a daughter that had disappeared into thin air. She hadn't bonded with anyone in the pack in such a way that she'd have a person, not the way she'd once found a kindred spirit in Towhee. And it left an ache in her, a small hole that hadn't been filled- and that she wasn't sure she could fill. She wasn't sure there was another wolf out there that could fill the voids which existed in her lief- not the one left behind by Towhee, and certainly not the one left behind by Colt. 

She hummed softly and nodded when Elwood gave her some decent news about Finley, though. She was likely doing things the same was Niamh was- operating more or less on autopilot in order to get through each day. When Elwood's gaze swept to the rocky landscape across the river, Niamh glanced- but didn't inspect the area too thoroughly. Part of her didn't really care if they found anything. She was silent for a while, brooding in her thoughts, before she turned her ears back. "Elwood...Are you happy here?"