Heron Lake Plateau ashes against the grain

Niamh had been hunting in the thicket to the North when she heard a call summoning her. Fortunately, she'd just caught a grouse, and figured she may as well bring it along with her and leave it with the alphas, considering Raven was the one who'd just called her. She set it down, and howled in response, to let them know she was on her way, and coming from the thicket. Obviously, no matter how fast a wolf could run, she couldn't simply just appear when she was summoned. But at least she could give them the comfort of knowing she was on her way. 

She carried the grouse with her, and it dropped a feather or two here and there as she carried it, slowing to a trot as she approached their den, where Raven waited in the entrance. She shook out her coat, and dropped the grouse before her alpha, moving forward to lick Raven's chin with an affectionate grumble thrumming in her chest. "Brought some lunch. You need a sitter?" She asked, figuring that might be why Raven had called for her. She heard rustling inside the den and perked her ears, nose twitching. "Hey Quixote," She said, glancing past Raven, and assuming that he was in there, just past Raven, with the four little Quivens.