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

Nellie seemed a bit intimidated by Niamh's presence, but she could only assume that her daughter figured she still ought to walk on eggshells, as they hadn't had a chance for her to explain exactly how she felt about Nellie's decision and why, but she was willing to give the girl some peace and simply include her so that she knew that in the very least, Niamh didn't hate her daughter. As she'd told Phox and Towhee- Nellie had still been a kid when she'd made that decision, and kids made foolish, selfish mistakes. Maybe going to the Frosthawks had been good for her, in the end- but how she'd gone about going to them had been the issue. 

 "That's true," She agreed, ignoring Nellie's jab. "Most prey animals get scared off by our border markings. Those that don't, we call them lunch," She said, with a small chuckle. In her own way, it was a means of giving Nellie more freedom, more permission to roam. She knew that Bronco did- but he came back, and if he was going too far, he let her know, beforehand. She opened her mouth to continue and perhaps be more specific, but Nellie had another question for her, and that reminded Niamh- she'd talked to Bronco...But she hadn't had a chance to talk to Nellie. She closed her mouth and cleared her throat. "Well, I'm in heat, which means that my body is ready for me to..." Make? Have? Develop? God, what had she told Bronco? "Get pregnant again, and grow more babies." Not the best way of putting it, but how else was she supposed to say it. "We never had the chance to talk about this kinds of things....Did Raven never tell you anything about this while you were with the Frosthawks?" She asked. While it was generally left to the mother to do so- she also didn't like the idea if knowing that Raven had possibly bypassed telling Nellie about reproductive behavior, even though the time had come months ago for her to be given that information.