Sun Mote Copse “Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” —Winnie the Pooh

She didn't expect Meerkat to take her as seriously as she did- given the fact that Niamh's experience, with her children, was that they generally pushed back as much as they could, and Bronco, especially, had never taken criticism well. But the girl seemed to be more responsible, and certainly more concerned with doing the right thing. Her comment made Niamh's lips twitch; I bet Phox told her that, she thought to herself. "Model citizen" was a very Phox thing to say and be. So she let Meerkat feel a bit bad about what she'd done- as that was what punishment was for, and it was good at least that she had the morals to realize she'd done something wrong. Niamh wasn't the most sympathetic wolf in the world so it was easy for her to do just that. 

She let Meerkat continued to de-fluff the rabbit, half-closing her eyes as she basked in the sunshine. She opened them, realizing only then that she'd actually managed to drift off for a minute or two, slowly allowing her head to droop more and more until her nose nearly touched the ground. She flicked her tongue across her lips and stood up to inspect the job Meerkat had done. -Perfect.- She said, and with a few jerky movements, she tore the carcass into segments. Wordlessly, she carried a bit over to Primrose, pausing to kiss the peach fur on his forehead, before she returned, and nudged a portion to Meerkat. -Thanks for the help, kiddo- She said, as she pulled the final portion to herself- not much, once split three ways- and began to eat.