Sun Mote Copse Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger

@Wraen

Since Colt’s death, Niamh had been somewhat withdrawn, devoting herself to patrolling the borders as wandering along and doing her job seemed to help keep her mind from wandering too far. She did her best to compartmentalize, avoiding thoughts that might lead her to a fresh flow of tears, though occasionally she passed an area that still smelled of his border markings, and made her weaken slightly. She hoped no one would touch those places yet, as it was somewhat of a reassurance to smell him still. It likely fuelled her denial, to catch traces lf him here and there- but for the time being, it was harmless for her to reminisce and pretend he was still patrolling the borders himself.

An unfortunate fox passed the borders earlier, and Niamh would have none of it. She tracked the creature down and chased it just beyond the borders, where a slip-up gave her the advantage, and she caught and killed the smaller predator. Now with it hanging from her jaws, she returned to the borders and continued her patrol, carrying the fox along with her as though to boast a warning to any other valley creatures that might pass that way.