Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

At his question, Niamh tilted her head back and regarded him with a bit of a side-eye, as though suspicious of what he would want from her. She chuckled darkly- perhaps the first time she'd let herself really relax since the entire debacle at the borders- and touched her muzzle to his cheek before she passing it along his cheekbone and toward his ear. There, she nibbled along its fine edge, and whispered in a voice that was hoarse but playful too- "What else would you have from me?" 

She tilted her head back once again, but looked down her muzzle at him, curious if he simply wanted what he'd been searching for earlier- or if he wanted more than that. Already, she found herself wanting more time with him, as much time as he was willing to give her. The problem of their packs being so far apart was a thorn in her side- but whether she was aware of it or not, she'd already been enticed somewhat into closing that distance- and every other distance between them with it.