Sun Mote Copse [BWP] There's a method to the madness

Niamh felt sad that she was admitting her feelings to someone. Elwood was a trustworthy listener, and she knew that he wouldn't make her feel judged, but still, she couldn't help but feel ashamed of her feelings. And even though Elwood kindly reminded her that they were family, she couldn't help but feel isolated still. Even Towhee hadn't welomed her into her pack, and now she was left with her deceased mate's family. The only link between them, in Niamh's eyes, was Bronco- and he wanted very little to do with her. 

All she could do was offer him a somewhat wan smile of appreciation, but she was unfit to elaborate further, to protest or to really take in what he'd said. She didn't feel like she was still family- and had doubts that she should even still be considered a Blackthorn. These thoughts would go unnoticed, as she silenced them in her mind when she picked up the trail of a small herd of mountain goats. The two would hunt together successfully, but Niamh still couldn't help but feel somewhat defeated at the end of the day.