Sun Mote Copse Along the skyline

Life went on as usual for Niamh, now that the pack had returned home and Alyx too had been delivered to their Copse. The bulk of her energy was focused on maintaining the borders and caring for Rasalas, keeping a careful eye on the child lest he should see fit to wander off. While her trust had been shaken with Alyx disappearing, she didn't feel as though any of her three might wander off now that they knew how perilous the world could be, and how horrible it was to be separated from one another. The only one she feared might be claimed by the lure of the wild was the fair, odd-eyed boy she'd brought in and so long as he continued to heal in their midst, she saw to it that he felt welcome and comfortable. 

In her heart, she knew that the child had a home elsewhere. She knew that he matched the child Bronco had described in all but name, and that that was likely enough to find his true home...But the selfish harpy would not give up the child so easily. Not when she'd found him, and she was tending to him. She was content to have him stay, as he was a calm, agreeable child- perhaps she had a chance to raise a child correct now that she was in possession of one that had not been raised, from birth, by her.