Heron Lake Plateau Coo coo for cocoa puffs

After treating herself to a meal, Niamh decided she’d go see what the Quivens were up to. She liked spending time with them, especially now that they were more wolf-like and less potato-like. They were still small, bumbling and chubby, but they could interact with her more now, without being too much to handle just yet. Of course, she knew that time would come- but it didn’t deter her. She’d already decided that she wanted to have as many children of her own as possible- and the Quivens hadn’t deterred her from having that feeling.

She heard Owen’s voice before she saw him, and he sounded like he was irritated, and when his voice became louder, ahe hastened her pace. Of course, maybe he was just trying to rebel against his parents because he didn’t want to do what they wanted him to do- but there was an unmistakable note of real frustration to his plea, so she felt best not to leave him to his parents.

The sight she came upon caused her to pause for just a moment. Though Niamh had seen many birds in her lifetime, and though she’d killed many of them, none had looked like this one- and it was more or less walking a less than willing Owen toward the densite. But there was the unnistakeable curve to its beak which, to Niamh, said nothing other than predator- so with a growl, she lowered her head and charged, hoping the bird would let Owen’s ear go- but be too slow to take off, so she could add its beautiful while and yellow feathers to her collection.