Tuktu Hinterlands Oh heart doth broken

Niamh was already scheming how to properly handle the Kingslend situation. Another mother might not have taken it so seriously- but Niamh was one to hold a grudge, and for no reason other than to be miserable, she'd decided that she disliked the Kingslend wolves. Now that they'd used excessive force on her son, she had to figure out how to work things in her favour- so she could punish them, or push them out of their territory. She wanted them to be as far away from the Copse as possible- but she couldn't do it alone. 

"They're wolves who believe in worshipping prey, dear," She explained softly. "And they do not like others who don't. They see us as being bad wolves, because we don't live the same way they do; and that's not fair or kind of them, is it?" She asked. After all, she had taught her son better than that- and even if she hadn't, Primrose had kind instincts. She felt sure he'd see how unfair the Kingslend wolves were being, and she was happy to let him come to his own conclusions about their true nature, so long as it was the one she wanted him to have. As for the name- Coolhorn- she tucked that away in her memory, though she had to try and suppress a roll of her eyes. Coolhorn? Of course they'd name themselves something like that. 

He pleaded then, for her to avoid them and she didn't realize he was begging her not to attack them for her sake. She thought he was doing so simply because he loathed violence- and maybe, partially, because he wanted the Kingslend wolves to be left alone. Perhaps he still had some affinity for Cenric. "We only ever fight other wolves when we must, Prim," She said softly. "But sometimes, we must weed out the bad ones before they begin to bite. You're growing up, my son; you're getting stronger. But what would happen if we let them grow, become strong, and allow their wickedness to grow...You'll have new brothers and sisters next year, Petal, and they will be small, sweet, and defenseless. I will not have my children growing up in fear of their neighbours," She said softly. "You would want them to be safe, wouldn't you, sweet boy?"