Heron Lake Plateau The clock may run out on us.

The exhaustion from their voyage didn't hit Niamh until they were safely back to the Plateau. After searching through the Tuktu Hinterlands, exploring mainly the west and south, and finding Orca plus carrying her home, her body was beat. Her spirit was, as well, and it showed in the vacancy of her gaze. Part of her mind was still set on hunting Screech down- and she couldn't shake the intense pull she felt toward searching further North, and the knowledge that the longer they waited, the further he could get away. 

Her pelt was still drenched, and up to her knees her legs were slicked with mud and grass, but she didn't particularly care. She held fast by Towhee's side, but kept quiet, not knowing what to say or when to say it. Her focus was divided, as well, and she wasn't sure which should take prevalence, in her tired state. All she wanted to do was hunt- but she needed rest, badly.