Sun Mote Copse I've been swimming from the Wallace

They are perfect!

Doubt it, she thought silently, but to each their own.  Truthfully they weren't all that different.  If Fennec wasn't the one with the resources, she'd probably balk at asking for them too.  She smirked but didn't respond anything beyond see ya.  

Coming here, she'd figured she'd never forgive Niamh for the slight.  Now, crazy enough, Niamh had wormed her way into the 'affection' section of the pack, a place very few held.  It wasn't like Towhee or Phox or Fig.  More of the position Wraen had vacated - a mentor who she knew respected her.  She wasn't the type to dwell on the 180, but it was a much lighter Fennec who vanished into the opposite direction, likely to go bother her brother into a hunt.