Sun Mote Copse “Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” —Winnie the Pooh

Good. Niamh always favoured the idea of putting the pack's youth to work as young as possible, and while Meerkat wasn't hers by birth, she felt pretty comfortable getting her Person's child to pluck a rabbit for her, and do other little tasks while she was grounded. And it wasn't as though she was spoiling Towhee's punishment by coddling the child- it wasn't really cheating, she figured, if the quality time they were spending together was also task work. She couldn't track Bronco down for the life of her, presently, so she'd have to switch her attention to getting things done by the next generation of hooligans. 

-A rebel is someone who doesn't obey the rules- She drawled, eyeing Meerkat with a raised brow as she stretched her legs out, and got herself comfortable. Ah, yes, this was nice- having the kid do all the fluffy work for her. She twitched her nose as a little fluff of rabbit fur drifted past her muzzle, and she blew out a puff of air to usher it on its way. -But don't worry. Both Towma and your Neema were rebels when we were your age and we turned out fine.- She said with a dry laugh.