Sun Mote Copse Still not butter.

WC: 202

Niamh found herself wondering if she might have to take a visit to Moonspear herself, just to scope out the potential that there might be, in the form of a hulking mountainteer. Towhee seemed to want to sort it out for herself- but Niamh had already tucked the name “Kaertok” into her memory so that should he pass her way, she might at least get to check out what it was that Towhee seemed to be into...Just so that she might have a good chance at finding someone else who might be suitable. She felt Towhee's chin rest on the small of her back, and she wriggled gently, making sure that she'd be comfortable as she snuggled against Phox's side. She glanced over her shoulder, and with her forelegs free, she signed. -“We're always with you, Towhee,”-

She put her hind paws up on Phox's back, which made Niamh chuckle slightly. They certainly looked like an odd cluster of wolves, but she didn't mind. She simply set her chin down on her mate's paws, huffed a content sigh, and like her mate, began to envision what next year's kids might look like before she fell asleep and began to snore, almost immediately.