Heron Lake Plateau The Indie Queens are Waiting

The sight made Towhee freeze in her tracks: a heron bursting upward like some elegant rocket, its scalloped wings, white as snow, sweeping gracefully through the April air. She watched it for a moment, then dropped her gaze and spotted the source of the bird's disturbance. She had seen Niamh recently, when dealing with Lynx at the borders. For obvious reasons, they hadn't gotten to interact much. But Towhee was intrigued by the other she-wolf and began walking straight toward her.

She couldn't imagine what Niamh must think of her. She'd first seen Towhee attacking her ringleader (Screech), then grilling their guest at the borders just hours ago. Probably thinks you're some kind of bitch, the Alpha mused with a slight snort. She's not wrong. Out loud, she said, "Hey. Niamh, right?"