Heron Lake Plateau The devil won.

Sure <3

Niamh raced, and didn't check her speed when she caught and passed Towhee, but turned to look over her shoulder for a second, tongue lolling happily out the side of her mouth, but seeing that Towhee had put on the brakes, she circled in an arc, returning to her friend's side while they descended the rest of the slope together. It was nice, finally getting to stretch her legs and enjoy her friend's company. Here and there she strayed from Towhee's flank to investigate a scent or leave a marking of her own, so that the borders would be clearly marked. 

As if on cue, though, she'd dropped her hindquarters suddenly to fish at an itch behind one ear, and snorted at Towhee's timely remark. "Almost got it-" She said, leaning into her rapidly flailing hind foot to satisfy the itch at the base of her neck, before she stood and shook her pelt, fluffing it out. "Yep. Itch scratched," She remarked with a laugh, and resumed her patrol alongside Towhee. The two meandered along the borders, passing smart remarks back and forth until the job was done, and both returned to their own roost to rest from the day's activity.