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Rory seemed a bit more calm now, likely because she had less on her mind and less being bottled up inside of her. Niamh tried to remember a time when she’d been busting at the gills like that- but she couldn’t. Anything that made its way into Niamh’s mind usually made its way out pretty quickly, if it was a notion that she’d come up with. She hadn’t been long telling Towhee about Colt, and had nattered on and on about him to her friend, so she supposed she didn’t know what it was like to be in Rory’s position. She was still relatively new to the pack, and from what Niamh could tell, she kept herself fairly busy. She was a juvenile still, but hardly seemed much younger than Tegan was, and definitely seemed older than the Quixotes...So Niamh couldn’t tell exactly where she fit in. Regardless, she was pleased that one of her packmates had chosen her as a confidente.

Rory mentioned the tracks again, and Niamh opened her mouth in surprise. Rory didn’t seem to want to track the deer, but Niamh still wanted lunch. ”Nah, c’mon. Dang thing’s got a hurt leg, I think,” She said, steering them back toward the deer’s tracks. ”I figure we may as well give it a try, I’m hungry,” She growled softly, a toothy smile on her lips. ”Oh, and no prob, Rory. Any time,” She said, trying to transition from starving morde to sincere mode, though she didn’t quite pull it off. ”Now let’s see about this walking buffet,” SHe said, lowering her head to sniff their way back to the tracks they’d left behind.

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