Sun Mote Copse Immigrants: we get the job done

'Cept when ya're fat and lazy! She commented, still quick-witted. She must've gotten that from Niamh - the Man Thief. Still, she believed herself a lesser version of her mother; she had achieved so little while her mother had become everything to everyone around her, save for a few. If she could switch places with her mom, she'd be the happiest wolf on the planet.

Damn Wraen had some dark humor. Nellie blinked a few times, to make sure she'd heard right - though nearing adulthood, Nellie wasn't violent and had never even seen a real fight break out. It almost seemed surreal and seeing blood that didn't come from a meal made her dizzy. Nah, I'll pass on deer - I'm more of a rabbit-hunter. Small-game... Like Phox. She'd fantasized about seeing him in action (while she tended to their children on a hot summer day), but had only seen him tracking once. Damn it, Nellie, get your head out of the clouds.