Sun Mote Copse Run Down

Fennec heard Eljay call to her for help and, though she wouldn't admit it, pride swelled in her.  She couldn't... wow.  She couldn't remember a time, ever, when any packmate had casually asked for her help.  She'd intended to lurk, and to listen, and instead she already was being given a role to play.

One that was immediately removed by Niamh, who instead relegated her to what she normally was.  A stand in, a body.  Instantly pride changed to insult and a low, choking rage that surprised even her.  It was so sudden that she couldn't even hide it like she usually did.. the hurt showed clearly on her face, flashing before disappearing into neutral annoyance.

No.  He told me.  You're the one who doesn't know what you are doing, move.  She stepped forward with a confidence that wasn't really warranted and made for Niamh, nudging her (with more force than was polite) to try and do as Eljay asked.

The move served two purposes... it gave her the excuse to let out a sliver of what she'd bottled, but it also showed her the direction that Niamh was facing.  She could use that, and the scent of the blood, to carefully find the boy's face.  

It was just as likely Niamh would shut her down, especially since Fennec's words had a cold authority to them that belied Niamh's rank. But she wasn't about to let that insult go without a fight.