Sun Mote Copse what you gon' do

It couldn't really be saved, then. She looked down at the wilted plant she'd touched, and frowned. Perhaps some would grow back naturally in the springtime, as flowers did- going dormant, and relying on their buried roots to keep them alive and revive themselves once the snow melted. Eljay seemed disappointed, but willing to give Weejay an excuse for not tending to her garden so much any more. Niamh still felt that this was just another teenage/young adult thing- like picking up hobbies and then ditching them, running off into the wilderness without a goodbye- but she wasn't going to burst Eljay's bubble. 

With reference to Rasalas, she shook her head and shrugged. "He's...Hard to read. Kind of sensitive, but I think...I dunno. Yeah, I'd say something bad. Something got a hold of him by the face," She said, with a grimace. Like Towhee, Eljay seemed keen on reuniting the child with his parents, and Niamh nodded, knowing it was best to hide her reluctance. "And assuming they're not the ones that did that to him," She said. Given the fact that he hadn't expressed any interest whatsoever in finding his Mom and Dad, though, she had her doubts that he wanted to go  back where he came from. 

His expression changed as she spoke about her experience with Fennec, and she should have been grateful for the fact that he didn't interrupt her- on the multiple occasions where she'd said something that might've been crossing a line- and tell her that she'd been wrong, and that that was that. But Eljay was the sort of wolf who would normally tread very lightly when it came to addressing difficult matters. And though he took plenty of time to get his point across, he did finally come to the conclusion that she should have trusted his judgement and that she shouldn't have questioned him. Niamh wanted to shrug it off. She still felt that she might've been gentler than Fennec when it came to cleaning Rasalas' wounds. And the boy was still small enough that she could clean his wounds and keep him warm, especially if Fennec had stepped in to warm him as well. She was quiet for a few moments; at the end of it all, she did respect the fact that Eljay had summoned the courage to say these things to her at all. 

And so, she would deign him some respect by acknowledging the fact that he was right in a rare moment of humility. "Well. I will." She said, simply. It was her way of wriggling out of the obligation of apologizing directly, and admitting fault. The stubborn Regent still had a Machiavellian point of view on the matter, however- and with respect to 'the ends justifying the means,' that her call had been adequate, and needn't be questioned. So she would defer to Eljay- but that didn't mean there wasn't an issue for her to pick at. 

"Fennec, though," She said, like a child who could not stop picking at a scab and simply let the wound heal. "Might be in need of an attitude adjustment." She said. She felt entitled to a certain level of respect- especially from yearlings as they found where they fit within the pack's hierarchy- and had found it noticeably lacking in Fennec's case.