Sun Mote Copse It's called a lance, hello!

BAH I kind of regret naming the thread this, as this GIF just keeps ringing through my head the whole time

While he didn't seem as though he wanted to answer her question directly, he did seem willing to give her some information- such as the fact that she was in their pack. At once, she felt conflicted again- and it made her a bit nervous, not knowing whether in the end she felt happy for him, jealous of whoever it was, or if she felt pressured by the fact that it might be her. She scanned over the women in the pack in her mind, and voiced her thoughts out loud, comfortable that Phox wouldn't mind her judgement. 

"Wellen. We'll start with Wraen, since she's at the top of the list, but I don't really think she's your type. A li'l too...I dunno. She ain't milk-toast like Quixote, but..." Niamh said, and shrugged. "I assume you'd want someone a bit spicier." She almost commented about Camilla, and how she had  seemed a bit too skittish for him- but she was also aware that Camilla had more or less attached herself to Phox, like a parasite, and that their relationship had just been...Different. "That just leaves Maia, Chanel, that one that came with Pippin, an' Clover-" She said. "So I got it." She said, examining his features as she spoke each name- hoping it might give her a clue. 

"Bad news for you, though, Phox. Finley's both taken, an' I think she's out of her child-bearin' days. But I totally see why you'd like someone like her."