Sun Mote Copse Brave as a noun

She felt somewhat guilty when she was discovered, as it was fairly obvious that she'd been tracking him. Behind her lay not two, but one set of tracks, as she'd used his to avoid having to create a new path in the snow, so any wolf- observant or not- would have been able to pick up on the fact that she'd been tailing him. He simply regarded her, as silently as he had before, but at least he didn't turn and leave, nor did he say something snarky to her. Phox, unlike most others, had patience- and though he didn't look happy, per say, to see her, he didn't seem too reluctant to tolerate her. 

She, suddenly aware of how unsure she was about the proceedings, flicked her ears back, then forward, then back again, and bit her lip, revealing the space where one of her upper canines was missing. "So," She said, and shrugged, off-handedly, as though trying to play it cool while still being painfully aware that she was horrible at doing that. "I guess this is where I say hello...And apologize for being an asshat, or whatever," Foolish pride kept her sincerity somewhat limited, as the hapless female still believed that Phox had been the one to do something wrong- but life had taught her that it was at least better to attempt an apology. She shrugged again, an unattractive, non-committal gesture as she turned her ears back again. "I don't necessarily forgive you, 'cause I still don't think what you did was right," She said in a low voice, but she did force herself to inject a bit of humility. "But I should'n'a been such an asshat about it. So I'm sorry. For that." She explained, chin tipped up slightly, but gaze averted. Something about this was incredibly difficult. And something about her mannerisms likely seemed childish- like the way a child will apologize when instructed to do so- but Niamh had come to the conclusion to do this on her own, so at least she had that to her merit...But not much else.