Heron Lake Plateau Is it for the best? My reputation's never been worse

Actually, some of the herons she'd seen around the lake did look like party animals, but they were still prey and didn't like hanging out with a wolf like Fiadh. She left the thought alone; the nervous heron was already taking long, awkward strikes away from the pair of canids, as if it thought it could leave unnoticed. For the most part it did. Fiadh only chanced a glance at it and noticed it moving away, which made her lips quirk even higher up. Stupid birdbrain.

She giggled when Raven played along, flapped her ears to the sides and said, "no way! I couldn't be a leader," with all the embarrassment she could muster. She would be pretty embarrassed if she ever had to lead, if only because she didn't think she was that great. Leadership belonged in the laps of wolves like Towhee and Raven—wolves who did everything for their pack. Fiadh had zero aspirations for that high a place in the pack. She was happy to serve.

"Seriously, though," she said, eyes bright as she seated herself and curled her tail over her hind paws, "congratulations! Wow! You really fucki- oops, sorry. You really deserve it!" Towhee had deserved it, too, but if there was any wolf in the pack who deserved it as much as Towhee then it was Raven, the little healer who did so much to keep them all healthy and happy, so she was pleased with the turn of events all the same.