Heron Lake Plateau Rock and a hard place.

I heard there was a job opening for a wrench-thrower. XD

As Niamh made her way along the borders, she halted when she heard a voice call for help. She didn't especially recognize the voice, but it was calling for aid nonetheless, and she figured it'd be a stranger. It didn't sound to her like the average call a wolf made, looking to join the pack, so she was intrigued. She bristled slightly as she made her way toward the border, arriving later than Raven whose scent trail she picked up along the way. She hastened her pace, lest the alpha meet the stranger alone and find herself in a position that endangered her. Following the fight with the cougar, Niamh too had found her self-confidence buoyed; if she could fight off a cougar, a wolf would be no problem, right?

She was surprised then, to see the same wolf who had joined the fight with her and Caiaphas. Her ears perked as she approached, and though she missed the conversation, she allowed her tail to swing gently as she moved toward Raven's side. Her eyes roved over the loner's wounds- she hadn't exactly been treated, and looked a bit off. Fortunately for Niamh, she'd had Colt to help tend to her wounds- which had been superficial at best. The four paralell lines from the cougar's claws were healing well, and had missed her eye. 

"You again," She greeted, with a wry look on her face. Part of her had expected to see the lone female again, but she certainly looked a bit more bogged down now than she had before. She assumed, then, that she'd come to get fixed up. She regarded Raven, to gauge her reaction.