Sun Mote Copse But if I can make it to the street

Nellie hadn't been doing much, honestly. She hung out with wolves like Fig and Bronco, made conversation with the adults and spent her time quietly filling up caches with critters. Life was peaceful - that meant it was also boring. Her few moments of feeling fulfilled and happy were with Phox; the guy who didn't break her promise and got so much shit for it, but she didn't know the latter. She knew she could confide in him and trust him with whatever; except the teeny, tiny thing about her feelings for him. She had erased the words "I like you" from her vocabulary whenever he was around, but was doubting her choices more and more.

She made her way through the copse after having finished another successful hunt - she hadn't had one in a while. She wanted to go hunt outside their borders, maybe make a little trip to the coast as she'd never formerly been there, but she knew just up and doing it was a death sentence. She thought about asking Niamh, but hadn't known how to approach her after her return. Should she just go for it then?

Mom? She asked, about a feet away from the den. What was that smell?