Grouse Thicket king of the road

Niamh noticed Ceara's swift departure out of the corner of her eye but given the fact she was hurtling at her brother, there was not really much she could do to stop her packmate from being fickle and running off at the mere sight of her. She hadn't seen much of Ceara since she'd been promoted to leadership- which, of course, she attributed to the fiery female's jealousy. But she didn't care- it didn't make her a great packmate, if she was so caught up in her own immature emotions that she couldn't simply forget her jealousy and move forward in the pack. 

She collided roughly with her brother, knocking him over and erupting into laughter as she too snapped harmlessly at his legs and ears as he did the same to her, until eventually she rolled off him, kicked a few pawfuls of dirt at him for good measure and shook her own pelt out. "How ya been, brosef?" She asked,  before she quipped "Missed you!"