Sun Mote Copse What a fool believes

This wasn't something Niamh was used to. At least with the others she'd had arguments with- Screech, Towhee and Colt- they had had words for her. She felt as though in ten words or less, Phox had more or less shot down her opportunity to get her feelings out, and that he could possibly have stemmed from a place that simply didn't care. What she didn't realize, was that not every wolf was simply going to feed into her insecurities and allow her temper permission to flare. The end result was that she felt her feelings weren't valid enough for him to ask her to air them, and she felt snubbed. Even now, he didn't try to walk away, and she was too stubborn to go, or to tell him to go. 

Her temper was still flaring, as she tried to come up with things to say, or trying to do. It was damn near impossible to simply stay silent, given the fact that he wasn't fuelling the fire whatsoever. If anything, his silence had a smothering effect, but Niamh had become so accustomed to creating wildfires that she had no idea what to do when an actual firebreak appeared in front of her. Couldn't she just slam him into the ground to solve her problems? She'd given Screech a life-altering concussion for doing less. She wanted him to see things from her point of view- and to realize that his view was wrong, as she refused to think that he still thought he'd done the right thing. 

Unable to take her frustrations out otherwise, she continued to match her gaze with his, even though his was much calmer, and only one of his eyes was clear. Still, she bore her gaze into his one clear, bright eye, and daringly, took one step toward him, simply wanting to see what he'd do, and because Niamh had absolutely no idea what else she was supposed to do now. Niamh was only used to being in one of two roles- a clear victim, or a clear victor. This whole stalemate thing was new territory for her.