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

Niamh shrugged and shook her head at his question- she wasn’t trying to be Niamh. For all she knew, other packmates had told wolves from other packs, or loners- so there was a possibility that others did know about Screech. Tegan wasn’t pleased- and it was a sore spot for her to even try and bring up- but not all visitors would be easy, and she figured an ambassador wouldn’t always have the easiest job to do. She wanted to see if Tegan was up for the test.

Again, though, she was impressed. He definitely had a strong sense of justice that represented the pack well. Sure, he was a bit spiteful when he spoke, but it carried well. Any wolf would have been convinced- and if they didn’t like his attitude about traitors, then she couldn’t see them fitting in.

”Sorry bud, I had to ask it.” She said, slipping out of character and speaking as herself. ”But you definitely got the message across. And if anyone took issue with what you said, they don’t belong here.” She reached out to touch his cheek, as an apology for bringing a hard topic up, and to reassure him that he’d done well, in her books. ”What about the pack’s history? Are you supposed to know that stuff? ‘Cause I don’t know who founded the original pack or any of those things and I probably should.” She said. She wasn’t entirely sure whether that was a role the anbassador had to ill- but it made sense, in her opinion, for a representative to know the history of the pack’s origin.