Heron Lake Plateau Just a wasted puzzle piece

Wow. Not only did Colt have the grace to avoid making her nervous about her decision to make her den bigger (because honestly, she wasn’t ready to admit why she wanted to do that) but he somehow slid in a comment about her charm that made her feel dandy. She smiled and laughed, thumping her tail against his side. ”Oh you,” She said, girlishly. In reality, it was Niamh’s teeth that kept the other den builders at bay. 

It seemed to Niamh as though Colt was treating this as some sort of audition- which tickled her to no end. The den was in sight, so she led the way up to it and paused, peering through the low entrance with a scowl. She sniffed twice- but  it didn’t smell like anything had moved in. What she didn’t do was smell to see if anything else had moved in, and that was a mistake. No sooner had she turned around and begun to kick dirt at the mouth of the den than an eerie, angry snarl came from within it, which caused Niamh to nearly jump out of her skin.  She skittered back to Colt’s side, teeth bared and ears perked, staring at the den’s mouth, not sure if she’d been hearing things or not. ”Did you?” She stammered, not removing her eyes from the den’s mouth, as though expecting some apparition to appear.