Heron Lake Plateau We are young, we have years ahead maybe

Niamh breathed a gentle sigh of relief, and put her foot down, careful still not to place too much weight on it. She'd have to take a few more days off- mostly hiding away either in her den to heal or relaxing on the Roost, waiting for Towhee to show up so she could have a talk with her. Fortunately, the sprained ankle was a distraction, but it only went so far to keep her mind off things- and it seemed like as soon as she'd found something else for them to talk about, Raven steered her right back toward the one thing she didn't want to discuss.

...Okay, there was more than one thing she didn't want to talk about with Raven. But one thing at a time there, cowboy.

She turned her eyes up, dolefully, to look at Raven, her frown becoming more pronounced, and the corners of her lips quivering again. She looked down, ears turning back. "He's Screech." She answered dejectedly. She realized, then, that she shouldn't be so vague when being questioned by the alpha. "We just...Had a little, I dunno. Thing. It's nothing big." She said, continuing to avoid eye contact, as the tears still stung her eyes.