Sun Mote Copse Take Yourself Home part.II

Indecision was not something that Niamh was comfortable with; it fit her like a cloak lined with thorns, making her feel trapped within its agitating prickle. Wrestling between the instinct to coddle and preen her precious son and strangle the irritated Kingslend wolf, Niamh felt pinned and unable to act as she might normally act when relying only upon instinct- which was where she felt most comfortable. Her instincts drove her mad with the need to shun and herd the man and his elklore far away from her territory, but at the same time she felt the gentling and cooling effects of her son's virtuous innocence. And even knowing the feeling of pain, cold and loss her son remained evergreen in his optimism. 

Few others could correct Niamh without ruffling her feathers in the very least; the golden harpy was a proud creature who believed herself above most others, and found condescension infuriating. But an amendment from Primrose was to be enlightened, not scolded. 

Also an indignant creature who refused to fault herself, she did not mind hearing Primrose repeat the word 'inbred,' though her eyes flicked to Cenric to see if he was watching her for her reaction. She stood, everlasting, in solidarity with her son and saw no flaw in hearing him repeat words she had spoken though she figured that others might not feel the same way. Given the fact that Primrose was from her second litter, she'd learned long ago to let go of any attempt at controlling a child's vocabulary, and the colourful profanity they might've gleaned from her or any other wolves. He didn't comment on Primrose's discoveries; obviously, they'd had quite the conversation about incest. That, too, made her uncomfortable. If he was willing to talk about incest with someone else's child, what else had they talked about?

"You're very right, darling, it is a sin." She murmured lovingly. Her gaze lifted to land with a sort of levity upon Cenric, as though to say and if you are guilty, you will suffer for it. Primrose's presence relaxed her a bit, enough to receive Cenric's introduction with enough dignity to deign it fit to give him a nod in return. "Niamh Redhawk-Blackthorn, Regent." As it certainly wasn't a pleasure. She lifted her chin and cleared her throat before responding to what was obviously the elephant in the room. 

"This is a meeting." She stated. "Being surrounded in our own hunting grounds by migrating strangers, baring their fangs and snarling at my son and I? I'd call that an ambush." She flicked her tailtip. "So you'll have to forgive me for being...Tense." She said.