Heron Lake Plateau Never mind the slacks and bashers

Niamh comfortably nodded when Quixote diagnosed Screech as a wolf with issues. That she could believe, for sure- but she could see where it came from. He'd been misunderstood, and had maybe developed his attitude simply because it fit- others saw him a certain way, so why not just fit the glove? She assumed he'd simply given up on trying to justify his actions, or prove himself as a good guy because others weren't necessarily willing to give him the time. Quixote definitely seemed comfortable more or less writing Screech off as a wreck. She couldn't help but feel a bit bad for Screech- but the feeling didn't last long. 

As soon as he began to confess that his own interactions with Screech had been bad, Niamh clammed up. Her ears tilted back and she clamped her mouth shut when Quixote mentioned that he felt Screech didn't feel like he should be alpha- and that he didn't know why Screech felt that way. Niamh, being a horrible liar, could do nothing but turn her head away. Because he thinks either you're covering for a stupid mistake Raven made, or because you're oblivious to the fact that she cheated on you and got knocked up, she thought. Her expression might have given the same thoughts away- but she kept her face pointed away, and held her breath. She shrugged and murmured a sort of 'I don't know' sound from the back of her throat. The truth was begging to slip out...Not slip out- explode out of her.