Deepwood Weald Beneath the dense trees

He moved, and Niamh watched him, unable to take her attention away from him and the thoughts that he stirred within her mind. He didn't seem like he was hiding much of anything, and from what she could see, he looked fairly stable and calm, and that was something that her pack could use. She went back and forth between telling herself she didn't need to be so desperate as to seek out recruits while she travelled and telling herself that it wasn't a bad idea at all...And she was fairly certain already that she could vouch for him. She felt convinced that she was a good judge of character (even though history clearly disproved that theory) and that she wouldn't regret bringing him back with her. 

Momentarily, though, she had to stop and think about what the others might think if she brought a handsome, healthy male back with her. Her reputation with males was already fairly poor, considering the fact that everyone in the pack knew how horrible she'd been with romancing Colt. She was sure there were other rumours about her- rumours which stemmed from actual events that she was fairly ashamed of...But if she did bring Memphis back with her, would they rush to assume that she was bringing back another beau? The very thought made her feel slightly ill, as she was in no way ready to even think about such a thing. She was still angry, hurt and depressed from losing her mate six months ago- so she clearly had not finished the grieving process, but the disappearance of their daughter and resentment of their son hadn't helped either. Perhaps she was reaching out simply because she felt as though she was lost somewhere in the void, tossed into some sort of purgatory where she had no roots, no foundation, no one to lean on and nothing to grab onto. Maybe she needed to find someone, for whatever purpose they'd play in her life, for the sake of finding someone, grabbing them, and bringing them into her life. 

He was very polite, and as he drew nearer, Niamh moved toward him as well, sitting herself still so that she was facing him, but now they were close enough that the distance between them required a small amount of trust. One lunge and one of them could easily attack the other- but with both sitting and relaxed, it almost didn't seem possible. Part of her still screamed at her not to trust him- don't get too close, and don't let your guard down!- but Niamh had never been good at listening to her conscience. The devil on her shoulder had a voice that was too alluring to be ignored. 

He spoke as he moved away from her, and she uttered a small laugh. "It's not so bad once you get familiar with the place...And it's safe, here," She said, commenting on the forest. Any newcomers would indeed find the dark, misty forest difficult to navigate, which would give any who lived there an advantage. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea of living in a different forest- one with more secrets, perhaps, and one that had more shelter than the copse. In the winter, this one would provide better cover than the Copse would, due to the fact that it had more softwood trees which could keep them better protected from cold winds and heavy snowfalls. She watched as he moved to look about, and return to his hare. She watched with hungry eyes as he took another bite, before he stopped. When he offered the rest of it to her, she tilted her head back slightly and laughed again, moving forward in accordance with his invitation. "Of course I would." She answered honestly. "It's rude to turn down a dinner invitation, isn't it?" She asked, but felt a part of her conscience- perhaps what might've been some semblance of an angel on her other shoulder- glower at her. She didn't make a grab for the hare at once, though- to do so might have seemed needy or unrefined, so she waited, almost needing him to offer again. "Only if you're sure, though," She said, leaving him the opportunity to rescind his offer- though it would certainly change her opinion of him if he did.