Sun Mote Copse Run Down

No.

No?

The blunt reply caused Niamh to stiffen and jerk her head to stare, suddenly, at the young, gilded woman who flatly displayed an indignant annoyance that Niamh would have recognized had she ever taken a moment to consider how she herself looked whenever she felt an injustice had occurred. The impudence, however, struck a chord with Niamh who took Fennec's persistence as an underhanded way of saying that Eljay's word was held in higher regard than hers. Perhaps if she'd taken a moment to reflect, she might have realized that in this situation, of course, Eljay was the one to defer to, in terms of medical opinion. 

She felt a flash of restraint pass through her mind as she reminded herself that this was Towhee and Phox's child, albeit a young adult now. She didn't realize how much of an affront she'd created, in redirecting Fennec's help- so it surprised her to have the girl draw near and give her a command. She was still stunned when Fennec gave her a gentle but well-placed shove, accented by a command. 

Move.

When Rasalas moved away, shying from Fennec's abrupt gesture, Niamh went into Mama bear mode. 
Driven by instinct, Niamh did as she was asked- and backed up a pace. Soundlessly, she lowered her head, crouched, and returned the gesture- but with much more force, intending to headbutt Fennec square in the shoulder, hoping it would send the girl sprawling and teach her a lesson about disrespecting her superiors, without having to use her teeth. She reflected for a moment that Towhee and Phox might've hated to see the display- but Niamh was in no mood to be trifled with, and was still disappointed with her packmates. Keeping the sour girl in her peripheral vision, should she decide to get rough again, Niamh calmly turned back to Rasalas, and gave him a soothing lick to the top of his head, and gently began to tend to his wounds.