Sun Mote Copse haters gonna hate

Just tossing Niamh in 'cause she'd get a kick out of her lookalike. She has a thing for other blondies. Feel free to skip me if ye need/want to.

Patrolling the borders came back to Niamh slowly as she recovered from her injuries, as bruised and broken ribs took a considerable amount of time to heal. The pain was thankfully fairly dull unless she moved the wrong way, but the discomfort was terrible and dogged her every waking moment. There was no way she could be truly comfortable, and she moved in such a way that sent a shock of pain through her sides and up through her spine so often that it had begun to drive her bonkers. Fortunately, with time, those painful moments seemed to lessen, though she could still find no way to truly alleviate the dull pain. Standing, sitting, walking, laying down- everything hurt a bit. It would just take time. 

At least she could talk and jog now, without too much pain. The worst had been when she'd discovered that she could not laugh without making herself nearly cry, and the first time that she leapt over a log and landed on the ground she found out just how terrible of an idea that had been as well. She'd had to take it easy, but was now at the point where she could move with relative ease, so long as she didn't experience any real impacts, or run too fast. 

She was patrolling the borders in her routine manner when she spotted Towhee's dark form in contrast with the stark backdrop. She'd heard someone call out for her, and had assumed that it might be another of her former packmates. Wraen was there too, making Niamh assume this was a possible joiner, and she froze for a moment when she caught sight of the lone wolf who'd called out for Towhee. 

At first, she thought it could be Nellie...But Nellie had a darker colouring along her spine, and of course, her voice would have sounded different. But then she thought she recognized the young male, and approached the three wolves with her tail wagging. It had been quite some time since she'd seen another wolf who matched her in colouring so well, so she assumed then that this was a visit from young Svalinn- who had been little more than a child the last time she'd seen him. But as she closed the distance, the slight eagerness to her step faded, and the waving of her tail slowed. No, this wasn't Svalinn; this guy had to be at least her age, and Svalinn wouldn't be much more than a year old yet. The markings, she noticed as she came closer, didn't match up- nor did the colour of his eyes...Which were a shade of whiskey that made something in her gut heat up and stir. He had the exact same colour of eyes that Colt had had. She couldn't help but wonder, then, who this male was; her expression could easily have been read as one of keen interest, with a slight tinge of brazen lust, simply for the sake of his coat and eye colour. She knew she'd be more or less joining in on a meeting that was already underway- so she probably could have simply continued on her patrol...But she was far too curious about this new guy. 

"Who'sis?" She asked, her muzzle tilted toward Towhee, though her gaze remained fixated on the golden male.