Sun Mote Copse Don't be shy, mortal man.

He was really just going to shove her off like that? For the sake of going to hang out with Towhee? Well- Niamh was sure she'd be able to explain to Towhee later why she'd decided to keep Reyes a bit longer- especially considering the fact that she now knew that this young man was her nephew. She snorted, and made a grimace, having assumed that maybe he'd meant to imply that he'd proved himself to Towhee in a much different way- considering the conversations she'd been having with Towhee recently about choosing a male to sire next year's litter, and she found herself somewhat repulsed by the idea of her young nephew siring the next batch of children she would co-parent. The last thing she needed was for the Kingslend wolves to catch wind of that. 

"Suit yourself," She said with a shrug. She'd given him a choice, after all, and if he wasn't going hunting with her, he'd have to satisfy her need to bite some other way- so without another warning, she lunged toward him with the intention of smashing into him, and snapping at one of the forelegs she'd previously mentioned she'd eat if he didn't give in and go hunting with her.