Heron Lake Plateau Your love is like a car crash.

Since their return, Niamh had taken some time to rest, as she knew she would need to regain her strength before she struck out to hunt for Screech again. Though she did not want to have to kill him, the task had lodged itself as a goal in her mind, and it wasn't one she could give up on. She just needed to find out where he was...And maybe she could lure him back to the pack- if he was still as out of it as he had been before. Otherwise...She might have to take care of him herself, and as time wore on, she became less and less certain that she could do that. 

She was so conflicted by thoughts and feelings when she thought about him that she found it difficult to judge exactly how she felt. Screech had been her friend- and at one point, she'd been willing to die for him. But on the other hand, he'd attacked Raven, and not only that, he'd raped her. She was his sister. Niamh had practically thrown herself at him- but he hadn't even noticed...It was just wrong. But she didn't doubt Raven had been telling the truth for a moment. 

Feeling worn out and grey, she headed toward the Roost to find Towhee- but she wasn't there. She could still smell the fresh earth from where they'd dug Orca a grave, and left- that was something she couldn't handle just then. She needed a distraction, so she headed for the borders, knowing there wasn't much else that could distract her as well as a patrol. At least that way, she'd have a task she could actually complete. 

She was pleased, though, to find Towhee's scent, and followed it along the borders, hoping to catch up with her friend, and even if they were both depressed, they could be depressed together. By the time she caught up, she saw only Towhee's back, and it looked like she was cleaning herself. She knew approaching from behind probably wasn't the best way to approach a deaf wolf, so she sidled to the side, and moved purposefully toward an area off to Towhee's right, stopping to sniff at a scent, twke two steps forward and then scuff the ground with her hind feet. It was her way of making herself known- without interrupting Towhee while she cleaned her privates. Everyone did it- or at least, everyone should do that, so it didn't make her feel awkward. But at the same time- privacy wasn't a bad thing.