Sun Mote Copse First thing we climb the tree

Had to find a way to excuse poor Niamh from her scouting mission as I wasn't able to post for over a week. I'd like to have her do a scouting mission someday- just turns out I was unable to commit to it due to a few unexpected gigs that came up...And posting from a phone is no fun! attn: @Wraen @Towhee

Failure. 

But was it really failure, at the end of it all? After all, Niamh had managed to return alive, and there had been a point when she had felt entirely certain that she wouldn't survive. Just as she had begun to make her way through the foothills, whiteout conditions had obscured her vision and the terrain had shifted since the last time she'd made her way through the rocky areas. Something had slammed into her side and had sent her flying- she'd hit her head, and everything went black. 

Over a week had passed since then- and she hadn't been able to go on her scouting mission at all. Her plans had been foiled by a family of three wolves who had been trying to cross through the mountains- but they had attempted to set things right by nursing her back to health. The female had been an excellent medic- albeit somewhat rough with her administering techniques, and the fact that not one of the three of them spoke any English had made things all the more difficult. At the end of a week, they had finally motioned that it was alright for her to move again- and with great trepidation and moving slowly, Niamh began her trek back to the Copse. 

She should have been halfway through her scouting mission by then, so she resented those three wolves greatly. One of them had gone tumbling down the mountainside, and had sent a boulder flying which was what had bashed Niamh off her feet in the first place, breaking a couple ribs and heavily bruising a few others. She had a concussion and was still fighting off headaches on a daily basis. But they'd hunted for her, and had looked after her, but had been interested in getting on their way as soon as they saw that Niamh was fit to travel again. Muttering profanities to herself, she gave up, and retreated back to the copse still favouring every movement that brought pain through her ribs and spine. 

When she reached the borders she called out, but her howl was hoarse and short; it hurt too much to howl. She knew that she would be fine- she'd been able to diagnose her condition a bit, and knew that her ribs would just take time to heal...And until they did, there wasn't much she could do about it but not breathe too hard, speak too loud or move too quickly. It was a pain in the ass. At least she was home though, as sour as she felt having failed her journey and ended up in bad condition. She would be alright- but would the pack?