Heron Lake Plateau ashes against the grain

Niamh smiled as the two lovebirds teased each other- or, really, when Raven teased Quixote as he really didn't have much of a defense to what she said- and nodded in response to his question. "For sure. I mean, when they're my age, I'm sure I'll be glad to have them on my side." She joked. After all- this time next year, they'd have a whole new batch of yearlings, and she'd be damned if she wasn't the cool adult in the pack, that they could hang out with and relate to. None of that stuffy, boring adult stuff for Niamh. 

She followed Raven into the den, and immediately her eyes were drawn to the little ones. "Well lookit you folk," She said, her voice low and soft. "They got their eyes open now, don't they?" She asked, with a smile. She lay down in the entrance to the den, facing both alphas and their four pups. She extended her forelegs, so that if one of them chose, they could wander over to her, and see her for the first time with their eyes open. She wondered, would they recognize her, from her scent? Or still play shy since the whole sight thing was new to them?

It appeared that Raven didn't want her to babysit, though, and instead wanted to talk. Her ears turned back just slightly, indicating that she was a bit unsure what to do when complimented the way Raven was talking to her. She dipped her head appreciatively, but a bit awkwardly too- she appreciated the fact that Raven was thanking her, but so many compliments really made her feel a bit sheepish. The statement was thrown to Quixote then, and Niamh's curious, but somewhat bashful gaze followed over to him, half hoping he'd just say one thing and then be done with it- any more compliments and she was sure she'd turn as red as a beet.