Golden Glade robotic vacuums are obnoxious

Niamh was not prepared to have any sort of rebuttal or excuses, so when he tried to defend himself, she threw her head back and grimaced, as though to pay more attention to her racing thoughts than what he offered as a perfectly reasonable defense. "No, Phox. I couldn't see anything- I was leading us through that fog to the glade, which I somehow managed to do. All you and every-fucking-one else in the pack had to do was follow the ass of the wolf in front of you." 

He didn't stick around, though, and she huffed. She paced, anxiously, watching him as he continued to walk away, but like a child picking at a scab, she simply couldn't let it be. "Just make sure you get them both back to the Copse," She shouted after him, pausing in the circuit she was making to watch and see if he even deigned it worth a response.