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

Niamh’s ears flattened and she gave him a flat look when he went off on her for being into roleplay. She rolled her eyes at him and lifted her ears when he seemed to straighten himself out, prepared to listen to a very Tegan-esque description of the pack- but instead, he delivered something incredibly different.

Though he did sound like he was bragging a bit, she supposed conviction was a good thing to have- it meant he was proud of his pack, and comfortable saying it. And there was not one Tegan-ism. She was impressed, but she reminded herself to stay neutral. She was supposed to be a stranger- a stranger who wouldn’t have expected words like whackass and taint. So thus far, he sounded incredibly...Normal.

”Sounds like every pack I’ve been to.” She said, and grimaced. ”But they’ve all ended up having some issue or another that i’m not forewarned about. I heard something not long ago about your wolves being on a manhunt for one of their own wolves- who does that?” She asked, allowing skepticism to creep into her voice. Naturally, their issue with Screech couldn’t be kept totally silent- she’d just chosen that because she wanted to throw in something that might startle him into using the wrong words.