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

Given the fact that she had food in her clutches, Niamh didn't mind that Meerkat chose to go and sit with her young son, rather than stay next to her. She wasn't the warmest individual, and though she did love the children- she didn't force them to like her, or smother them with sentiment. She ate through her meal and had cleaned herself up by the time Meerkat wandered back toward her, looking for something else to do. She licked her lips in consideration; she was still hungry, but she couldn't just send the kid out to look for more food; she was grounded. So she rose to her feet, and shook out her pelt. 

-May's'well show me some of your moves,- She said. She tilted her head to the side, and it rewarded her with a couple cracks. -Show me what you got,- She said, albeit with fairly haltered enthusiasm.