Sun Mote Copse Fairest of the seasons

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“Inconceivable” Niamh protested. The idea of Phox and Towhee being showered with gifts and grovelling, while she received none? She couldn't and wouldn't believe it. She might've been a hardass, but she still figured that she would have been voted most popular in the pack, if not at least prom queen, if there'd been any popularity contests on the go. Unlike her mate, she would have taken to a life of being worshipped with the gluttony of a narcissist, insatiable and content to allow others to continue to stoke her ego and fill her belly with food. She was rarely yhe type to turn down a free meal, regardless of what the circumstances were.

She might've said something in reply to Phox about Figment, but she heard it to- and she let out an exhasperated sigh and flopped to her side on the ground. When would she ever grow out of this phase, where she thought she had to scream all the time? She gazed up at Phox, who volunteered to go and see what was up with their daughter, so she nodded and sat up so that she could give him an appreciative kiss on the cheek. “I'll go round up the other two; see if we can have a civilized family dinner tonight or something,” She offered, before she smiled, gave Phox's rear end a swat with her tail as he walked by, before she stalked off, chuckling.