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

True- by default, Tegan had a leg up- as did the majority of the wolves in the pack, as pretty much all of them were related. Then again- not all of them got along simply because they were family, so she had an edge on that crowd, by getting them to like her because she was her, not because she was related. The idea of becoming related had occurred to her- in all likelihood, she'd end up with either a Redhawk (but there weren't exactly many/any Redhawk males around) or a Blackthorn, and she was banking on the latter. Not that she'd say that to Tegan, though. 

"Nah." She said, when Tegan brought up the idea of her being a medic. "Too much stress. I hated it." She said, reflecting on just how tired, hungry and stressed out she'd been while she'd been looking after one patient- let alone a pack of wolves that could injure themselves or get sick at any moment. From what she knew, Ceara was going for that trade- and she'd avoid stepping on the fiery woman's toes at all costs. 

When he gloated, Niamh took it as a challenge. "Mkay, if you feel that way- ambassador the pack to me." She said. "Pretend I'm some newbie coming to the borders, from some other pack. What makes this one so special?" She asked, skeptically. She was really going to put him to the test if she had any say in the matter.