Redhawk Caldera So I'm wishing, wishing further

Niamh wasn't the most subtle wolf, nor was she terribly sensitive to other wolves' moods and feelings, so she didn't notice the moment when Fenec realized who she was. As far as she knew, Fennec was asleep, or close to it, and she'd probably chosen not to speak because she was sore. From what she'd been told, it was probably best not to try making her speak, and Niamh (for once) had the tact to not abuse the situation and talk Fennec's ear off simply because she knew she'd cornered someone who would listen to her ramble on without interrupting her. Fennec wouldn't have been able to run away either, so she easily could have taken full advantage of the situation, and droned on and on about absolutely nothing. 

But she didn't. Instead, she settled down alongside Fennec, heaved a soft sigh and relaxed, exploiting one of her other talents- falling asleep within a couple moments of settling down. The hard was still tucked away by her elbow, and she'd probably offer it to Fennec later. But for now- she was content to sleep side-by-side with Fennec, and dozed off within minutes into a quiet and gentle slumber.