Sun Mote Copse I've been swimming from the Wallace

I think this is the last post for me? <3<3<3 These two are GREAT.

The swamp? Niamh's lip curled at the mention, knowing that that would've meant Fennec would've had dirty, smelly swamp goo in her claws had she chosen to go there and Niamh did not particularly want to get that kind of grossness in her fur and skin. She'd more or less finished tending to what wounds she could see, and knew that Fennec would likely be fine- she'd have some small scabs, but nothing too noticeable or likely to get infected. Superficial wounds- but ones she'd earned well. 

She thought she caught a bit of pride, or something like it, in Fennec's voice when she offered something to help with the pain and it made Niamh feel good to know that potentially, Fennec did feel proud of landing some pretty painful hits. "I'll track you down if I need them." She said, though Niamh was also a proud creature, and wouldn't likely admit her pain to the young woman. No, she'd complain to Phox and make him get her food so that she could rest up. That's what mates were for. 

She reached out to lean her temple into Fennec's shoulder for a moment, a motion intended for a kindred spirit that she felt needed little explanation. A show of appreciation, but also respect. Fennec was made of tougher stuff than even Niamh had expected. She pulled back, a few moments later, and stood up. "Well, I'm gonna go find some food, an' have a nap, assumin' that'd be what the doctor would order me to do?" She asked with a gentle laugh. It was probably a good idea for both of them to replenish themselves after expending so much energy during the fight. "I'll see ya 'round. Thanks for the fight, Fen," She said, before she trotted off to go and bother Phox into feeding her.