Heron Lake Plateau capsize all the way home

Niamh’s frustration with how things had ended eventually faded away; it only took one good night’s sleep for her to bounce back and more or less forget how angry she’d been that the Redhawks had taken over their territory, and she’d started seeing things from a more optimistic point of view.

Now there were many wolved to mark the borders, and a whole bunch of wolves to hunt with. While she liked the badassery of being part of a ragtag bunch of scoundrels, this was definitely more beneficial- and she didn’t even have to dig a new den. 

Since birds had been one of Niamh’s chosen targets for solo hunting, ahe was drawn yet again to the water feature of their homeland in search of maybe a duck, or a pheasant if there was one lurking in the tal grasses. The ducks would start to lay eggs soon, she figured, so that would mean she could hunt them in their nests. 

Instead, she came across a fairly glum looking boy- one who fit right in with the others who’d been feisty just the other day and had charged Screech. He was staring out over the water, the corners of his lips resting in a soft frown. ”Howdy,” She greeted him as she approached. She didn’t recognize him from the whole ordeal the other day- he hadn’t been one of the ones to lash out, so he’d been more or less overlooked.