Sun Mote Copse That's why we're all wearing braces

Niamh continued on her journey, going from cache to cache, but finding nothing that sparked her interest. She wanted something, but she wasn't sure what that something was. She was hungry, or so she thought, but nothing that she scented seemed to strike up a flare of interest- though that was likely because nothing in the caches was fresh enough to be apetizing to her...She found this ridiculous- in this condition, she felt like she could eat just about anything- but she just didn't want just anything. She wanted something warm and fresh, and massive. Once she'd figured that out, she realized that she wanted to eat a whole deer by herself...But that wasn't exactly an option. 

So she gave up and dug up a rabbit that someone had stored away and carried that back to the den. Against the green of fresh, new grass, she could see in the distance that there was a large patch of brown bathing in the sunlight- and that, she assumed, would be Colt. As she approached, she huffed a bit, and turned her ears back slightly. There he was, sun bathing, while she was off trying to find something not only to feed herself, but her pups too. His pups. And there he was, just laying in the sunlight. 

She managed to keep herself from growling- but she couldn't stop the mild scowl that came to her face even when she dropped the rabbit to the ground. He was in her spot. Doing nothing. "You look comfortable," She said, contempt lacing her words.