Redhawk Caldera Chaconne

Fennec was right, of course- any movement that involved walking about would inevitably cause her to either use, or avoiding using certain muscle groups- and could end up injuring her elsewhere as her three legs compensated for the injured one. She could also trip and fall and open the wound up again- so she didn't argue Fennec's point, even if she knew she would have a very difficult time obeying the medic's orders. At least she could play sentry for Alyx and Bronco, now, and give herself some rest while she did so. She could not wait for Phox to come home; his absence was beginning to make her lonely and agitated. 

Fennec posed a couple questions with regards to the proper way to deal with potentially harmful lone wolves or intruders, and they were classic questions for a young guardian and warrior-in-training to ask. There were some morals to be obeyed, for sure- some laws that could change depending on whatever incident or obstacle faced them. Sometimes, it was best to show mercy, but other times, doing such a thing could spell tragedy for others who might fall within the forgiven beast's warpath later. For these questions though, Niamh had a relatively simple answer. 

"We frighten them." She said murmured with a low, satisfied growl. "So that they won't ever dare come back."