Grouse Thicket king of the road

Niamh moved alongside her brother, falling into step with him. Their shoulders matched in height, but her brother had definitely filled out much more than she had- or ever would. She nodded in response to his question, but gave him a slightly puzzled look when he asked about recruiting. She felt slightly conflicted- and even more so when he alluded to the pack being a party. She shook her head, and did her best to lessen the blow. 

"It's not all party time, man." She said, her tone darkening. Though she loved the wolves in the pack- they had certainly been through more than she would have anticipated when she'd first joined. And had she been forewarned about what would inevitably happen, she wasn't sure she would have gone through with it. "It's actually been kind of nuts. Had to go on a manhunt for a packmate who attacked our alpha, had to fend off a cougar," She said, turning the left side of her face toward him to indicate the clawmarks across her brow and cheek, and lifted her lip to reveal as well where her upper left canine had been torn out. "Lost that too," She said. "So it's...It's a lot of hard work," She said. "Not that I don't think you could do it....I just...I want you to know what you might be getting yourself into."