Heron Lake Plateau killin' the game, bout to catch a body

Niamh couldn’t remember actually seeing Tegan impressed with something, so she felt somewhat proud that he was surprised and taken by the task of hauling another wolf from certain doom on the cliffside. Of course, Niamh did not consider herself to be a hero- she’d done what any wolf would have done for their best friend. She nodded in response, firmly. If something like that could never happen again, she’d be content.

He asked what she’d been up to, and she shrugged. ”The usual. Patrol, hunt a bit. Trying to keep prey alive but immobile, if possible. And sorry bud- but our crabs died.” She said. ”Been thinking about going after the puppysitter trade though. They’re kinda cute. What about you? Been up to anything new?”