Heron Lake Plateau Actually I'd guess you'd call it a tavern

It surprised Niamh when Colt showed disinterest in seeing Screech, and it took her a moment, but she finally came to the realization that he hadn't come to see the pack's comatose wrench Screech. He'd come to see her. She was quiet for a moment, tasting the sweet feeling of bashfulness when she allowed that thought to sink in. He'd come to check in on her, not Screech...And he wasn't asking about how her head felt- but about how she felt. She was touched, flattered, and honestly, felt a bit girlish. 

She finally looked up at him, a small sparkle returning to her eyes. The thought ran through her head again, and brought a tiny, private smile to her lips. "Thanks Colt." She said, and touched her nose to his shoulder. She'd been a bit overlooked for quite some time now- but finally having someone come in to check on her made her feel like she was actually cared for- and made her want to care for herself.