Sun Mote Copse Take Yourself Home part.II

Niamh felt the gentle slump of her child's weight against her shoulder and looked down to see his soft eyes flutter closed as he breathed a contented sigh and relaxed as he drifted off. He was as gentle and soft as a feather, though she noticed as he leaned against her that he was not as weightless as he had once been. Her baby boy was growing. 

Her gaze lifted to Cenric, who seemed to take her warning with some amount of sincerity, and offered a sort of assurance that fell deftly short of its mark. "I'll hold you to that," She said. Whether the elk-worshipping wolves would remain on their side of the mountain, and avoid hunting in their grounds was yet to be seen- but at least she was speaking with someone she assumed had some authority within the pack. Then again- the pack seemed to have some some issues with regards to dissenting opinions, as she recalled how some had merited a bit of tempering by their calmer packmates. 

She shifted her weight slightly so that she could allow Prim a bit more comfort, and smoothed the fur along his brow, one ear turned toward Cenric as he spoke of their elk once more. "I see," She said. "You're welcome to your own practices," She said, "So long as you do not expect us to extend the same mercy." She said. After all- should the occasion rise for them to fell a bull elk, she would not have her hunters holding back from the opportunity- whether or not their new neighbours viewed it as an act of heresy. "There's one other thing I want to ask you about," She admitted, as Niamh was a wolf with a mind like a steel trap. She did not forget or forgive easily.