Sun Mote Copse then drop on the deck and flop like a fish

Niamh ran her tongue over her teeth, wetting them in preparation should she need to fight off Bat if she took offense to the accusations. She didn't seem to believe what had happened- but at least she didn't become indignant, or deny that it was possible for Kiwi to have done such a thing. She'd had such a strong interest in learning how to fight, after all, so Niamh supposed she shouldn't have been so surprised. Bat, on the other hand, was more of a scout, like Tegan. She felt she might have less to worry about. 

"She came here, found out that Colt had stepped up after Wildfire passed away and just attacked him with the intention of killing him." She said. "Didn't seem to think he was worthy. She'd left the pack before it'd even happened, so it's not like he was usurping the position from that ungrateful little wretch. An' Colt could've killed her- but he took pity on her an' let her go." She spat. She growled softly. It was clear from her tone that had she been in the area when the whole incident had taken place that she would not have been so merciful. "I've half a mind to punish your sister by taking you down; but that wouldn't be fair, since I don't even know if she's still alive." She hissed. She tried to temper herself a bit. "An' you never done anything wrong. But I ain't gonna forgive Kiwi, not ever," She said bitterly.