Heron Lake Plateau All I'm tryna say is get back, click clack, BLAOW!

Ceara stormed from the garden she had been digging for @Raven and used the time it took to get to her to cool off.  She didn't want a repeat of the night it had first gone down; she knew she had been disrespectful and in turn she had left plenty of beautiful handpicked flowers and a ton of food for the alpha.  She hadn't had a chance to talk to her yet but she figured that now would be the best time — she had a mind to think that it was likely that Niamh had a very similar idea and although she would rather see @Tuathal first, she didn't know how much time she had before she was inevitably painted as a, what was it?  Oh yeah.  Crazy, unpredictable bitch.

She had the intelligence to dig out one of the caches she'd stored to take to Raven later (which had been conveniently on the way) as she rehearsed what she was going to say in her head and it wasn't long before the very pregnant alpha was in sight.  She started to second-guess this whole thing and she kept her distance as she approached, flowers and food both dangling from her jaws.