Grouse Thicket You tried to be the robot king

So sorry for the wait! Just got back from a tour and finally have time to myself!

If Niamh's proverbial feathers were ruffled, she wasn't much of a chatterbox. Generally, there were only a couple wolves in her life at any given time that would get under her skin. Clover and Fiadh had once been a nuisance, but they had more or less been forgiven of their stuck up attitudes because they'd dropped them, to some certain extent. Ceara had definitely found herself firmly implanted just below the skin's surface right where a nerve could be tricked- and this guy had started worming his way in as well- until he said the word riddle.

Niamh didn't have much experience with fishing- so the riddle was new to her. But she and her brother, Ambrose, used to riddle each other all the time. Not brilliant riddles- as they tended to make them up more than anything so sometimes a failed, lame riddle would spark a small spat. She finally cracked and gave Embry a half-grin. Naturally, she thought of herself as a riddle-master, even though she was quite far from that actual fact. "Easy. A heron." She said. It wasn't a particularly catchy answer- as riddles often had an answer that made one go "ohhhhhh," but there was logic behind her conclusion. "Herons don't move with the water. They stand there, all patient-like, an' they have long skinny legs what look kind of like reeds so fish start swimmin' around their ankles- then they snatch them," She said, finishing with an illustration by playfully snapping her jaws together. "Am I right?"[/ooc]