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In the time following the fight, Niamh had largely kept to the den she shared with Phox, as the early stages of her recovery depended on her not aggravating her wound. The swelling eventually began to subside, but there was still a deep ache in her forelimb. Slowly, she began to regain the ability to ever so slightly flex her paw and wriggle her toes- which meant her bone wasn't broken- but she could not move her forelimb without a great deal of pain, and certainly could not put weight on it. It would be weeks yet, she thought, before she could range from the den. She knew she had to allow her wound to heal well, so that it might prove less of a hurdle in the long run. But patience was a virtue that she only had in short supply. 

So she found a spot just outside the den where she stayed so she might get a bit of daylight and even that amount of outdoor air was enough to keep her from going stir-crazy. She obediently treated her limb with utmost care, and had made a soft bed outside in the spot where she liked to rest so that she could prop her leg on a soft pelt. She stayed there for hours, watching the shadows move as daylight spread, and as the sun shifted from one horizon to the other. Occasionally, she felt movements stirring within her, and took some solace in knowing that her puppies were still active and safe. 

She gnawed on a deer leg, content to busy herself with something that kept her mind just engaged enough that she wasn't bored out of her mind. It was also stress relief- as she still wished she could hunt Reyes down and bite through one of his legs, so he might know what it was like to be so badly injured. But she couldn't go after him, and even if she could, she wouldn't have been able to face him in battle without likely losing her life. That was frustrating for her. So she gnawed away on the deer leg, cracking through the bone with her jaws, staring out into space on yet another day where she could do nothing but rest.