Heron Lake Plateau killin' the game, bout to catch a body

With her apetite slowly returning, and her mouth wound healing up, it was time for Niamh to hunt. She'd taken advantage of the few caches she'd made, as well as a magpie she'd de-feathered and kept alive in the pit she and Elwood had dug. That was the first meal she'd eaten since she'd lost her tooth, and while she still had to chew on one side of her mouth rather than the other, and every touch to that sensitive spot made her whin or growl, she needed to eat. Hunger took control over pain, and she pushed through in order to keep herself nourished. 

When she saw Tegan tracking her down, she turned and headed toward him. She felt guilty, having given him less of her time than he deserved, but now that Screech had been taken care of, a major weight had been lifted from her shoulders and she was returning to her normal self. She bobbed her head and bumped her shoulder against his, uttering a fond growl to the Blackthorn in greeting. "What's kicking?" She asked, wondering what her friend was up to these days.