Sun Mote Copse Brave as a noun

It seemed as though the more Niamh ought to have had on her mind, the less she cared about any of it. She'd returned to the pack days ago, and the memory of her secret tryst with Asa hadn't faded, per say, but didn't cloud her vision or make her wishful. She felt little shame, though she knew that if Phox had found out about it, he probably wouldn't have been pleased. So what, though? She wasn't his, and she could do what she wanted...Right? So she assured herself of that, and decided that some things were simply best kept as a secret. In the very least, it had helped her calm her nervs and get herself somewhat back on track. 

She worried about Towhee- and still harboured the hope that she might have conceived after having made every effort to do so while she'd been in heat. She also hoped that Sugar Glider would be alright, but there wasn't much she could do about either of those situations. The only thing she could really effect was the outcome of her previous spat with Phox- so she set out to track him down. 

Unfortunately, she hadn't taken the time to think about what they'd need to talk about, or what she would even say to him. So when she followed his tracks only to realize he'd doubled back and had headed back toward her, she stopped, somewhat dumbly, and stood there, her feet in the pawprints he'd left behind, and sheepishly gawked at him with one ear turned back. Now what?