Sun Mote Copse then drop on the deck and flop like a fish

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Niamh's stern gaze softened slightly when she saw the grief written on Bat's features. She'd forgotten completely, of course, that Bat was likely mourning the loss of her mother; Niamh could be oblivious and self-centered from time to time, so naturally, she assumed that Bat's visit had something to do with Kiwi. Bat struggled to state why she'd come, and Niamh hardened again, but told herself not to growl. Bat obviously felt a great deal of remorse, and she couldn't be blamed for what Kiwi had done...Not completely. But it was impossible for Niamh to seperate Kiwi's wrongdoings from what Bat was doing, and not project her past experience with one of her former packmates onto her sister. 

"Apologize?" She asked, as the tears began to prickle in her own eyes. She did her best not to move her eyes or her eyelids, so they didn't spill down her cheeks, so she stared straight ahead, even though she could see nothing through the watery mess hovering at the end of her eyelashes. "Well it's too late for that. Colt's dead," She said, her voice becoming thick but hollow. "An' I dunno if you've seen Kiwi since, but if I find her..." She said and trailed off. She couldn't voice her real threat, knowing it would probably upset Bat further. She clenched her jaws together, bracing herself for any pleas Bat might then try to make for her sister's sake.