Sun Mote Copse What a fool believes

And he was just going to WALK AWAY ON HER??

Niamh didn't think so. She didn't take silence. She didn't handle being ignored. She wanted to get what she could out of him, and clearly, she was fishing in a pond that had nothing but water lilies and tadpoles. Still, she knew that she could catch him and make him burn- the way she'd made just about every other wolf she'd ever met kindle some sort of flame that would then engulf them both. This was her specialty. She put her long legs to use, boldly strutted past him and wheeled, directly blocking his path, and flicked her ears forward as she stared him down. In wolf language, Niamh was employing an alpha position- one that left very little to question. She herself, though, had at least one more question to ask. 

"You walk away, Phox, an' we're off. For good."