The Floodlands But I don’t get out much these days

While Niamh knew that Eljay didn’t have the personality of a warrior, she figured he’d have to be a half decent hunter- especially now, that he was going to be a Dad. He was the first to arrive and she greeted him with a gruff, affectionate chuff and bumped her muzzle amicably against his shoulder. ”Got moose on the menu. Wildfire wanted for the four of us to hunt together, and I figured that a moose would be a good dinner.” She said, looking past Eljay as Colt strolled up. As per usual, he made her brighten up, and she rumbled an affectionate greeting to him, nuzzling her muzzle into the fur of his shoulder. 

His comment made her laugh, and momentarily, she forgot how they were related and asked, with a chortle, ”Uncle?” Until she remembered. Right. Finley was Eljay’s mom, and she was Colt’s sister. Still, Niamh believed Colt was younger than Finley, but then again, she also underestimated how old Eljay was. ”Right. Stupid me.” She said, by way of an awkward apology for forgetting their relationship. ”Well, moose- but it ain’t well. I think it’s covered in ticks, and is pretty weak. Is that gonna make it unhealthy to hunt?” She asked. Of course, she still had every intention of waiting for Wildfire- but as someone who knew ailments, she figured it was best to run the situation by Eljay first before they got their hopes up.