Sun Mote Copse I've been swimming from the Wallace

Complain a little more, Fennec thought hawkishly, but fortunately her tongue was a little too busy to earn her another spar.  Just because Niamh was in a good mood now didn't mean they weren't on thin ice, and Fennec berudgingly didn't want to upset that. She'd be feeling these for a while and didn't need more, thanks.

Outside of the obligatory annoyance, though, she felt that note of pride flicker a little brighter.  She hadn't just fought... she'd left a mark.  Yeah, she'd... completely freaked out at the end there.  But she'd also never really gone full out like that.  No one had ever let her get to that point; and she'd found, while she hated being pinned, she for some reason hated it less when she forgot.  When panic took over, there was no shame tied to it.  It didn't feel at any point like Niamh had been toying with her, not like others with their loud footsteps and pointed sounds.

Lucky for you I skipped on going to the swamp today, Fennec responded.  Otherwise who knows what would be in them.  The mention of the cat piqued her interest, of course, but she didn't ask about it.  Doubtless the story was that simple... Niamh got her ass kicked by a cougar and kicked its ass harder back.  Simple.

I've got, yknow, stuff to put on them later.  If you need it.  She shrugged, then smirked.  Yknow, if the pain gets to be a little... much.  She'd give herself one, just one.  But only because she was... probably going to snap up some willow herself when she got home.  Pride was one thing, but comfort and sleep were key here.