Heron Lake Plateau Just a wasted puzzle piece

After having returned with Towhee from the cliffside, Niamh wandered directly to the lake, so she could clean the blood from her pelt. She soaked in the water and lowered her muzzle in as well, hoping that the water would help numb the ache in her jaw and the stabbing pain from where her upper left canine had been torn out. The socket was open, and easy to keep clean even though she couldn’t bear to touch it with her tongue.

Once the blood had been cleaned from her fur, she moved out toward her densite, but veered away from that idea. That den would no longer be hers- it could cave in for all she cared. After considering that, though, she came to a solution;

She’d fill the damn thing in herself.