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

Hey ma. Was her somewhat monotone response, still feeling upset and guilty and all that bad stuff despite her mom acting (more) normal now. She didn't know if she was mad because Niamh had been mad, or if she was mad at herself for leaving in the first place even if she did think it had been a great move for her or because of some other weird reason. Maybe the stars weren't aligned or something, she didn't know. There was a foreboding feeling in the pit of her stomach where not even rabbit's remains could reach. She scooted a little closer at the invitation, but kept from cuddling or anything that came close to intimacy.

She started nibbling at the rabbit and sniffed it a bit. The strange scent wasn't coming from their meal, so it had to be Niamh. Nellie nodded. Yeah, sometimes. Was her answer, short and to the point. I like huntin' - but there's so little to hunt inside the territory. Perhaps it was a jab at her over protectiveness, perhaps it was just a statement Nellie believed to be true; all she knew was that she wanted Niamh to feel something when she'd said it. She sniffed again. What's that smell? She asked at last.