Remember that thing where Ceara was a total late-bloomer and was just kind of starting to find others attractive?  Well, if Ceara was into girls (which was yet to be decided), she would've been into Niamh.  She turned around to come face to face with the prettiest butterscotch eyes.  Whoa.

Eh! she confirmed dumbly before remembering that not everyone knew about her dumb slang terms.  She cleared her throat and got a grip.  I mean, yeah.  I'm Ceara.  The dragon's eyes grazed over the downy golden fur of the other girl, the splash of cream on her undersides.  Was that natural?  Surely, it was unnatural for another wolf to be so.. striking.  Was this what other people felt like when they came into contact with her wildfire hues?

I joined not too long ago, but I've mostly just been.. you know, workin'.  Right now I'm looking for some herbs for Raven since I seem to keep getting into trouble.  She raised her cut lip and her gashed paws before rolling her shoulders like it wasn't a big deal at all.  Minor trouble, you know.

Yeah.  Dude ran into me after I challenged him to a squirrel catching contest, and we ran straight into a thornbush.  Come to think of it, they'd never decided on the winner of that challenge.. but considering how terribly Nevouku had failed, she assumed that it was rightfully her.  Harrumph.

Niamh's nature was complementary to the firebrand — had she known, never in a million years would she have guessed that this was the wolf that Colt had said didn't have a sense of humor!  Um, sure.  I don't know very much about plants, so I mean, you could grab whatever looks useful, too.  But there's a grove over here that Raven showed me that I was going to check.

She motioned with her nose and began to amble in the direction of the grove.  Did you say a concussion?  Dude, what even happened?  Obviously she was okay, otherwise Ceara would've asked that.  Thanks for offering to help.

She tried to remember everything that Raven had told her about the yarrow they had found the other day.  It's called yarrow.  It grows in clusters, and has bright white flowers.  She didn't recall if it had a smell, though, and she hoped that her description would be good enough to follow.  

Screech?  No wonder the Redhawks didn't like that dude, seemed as if he were always getting into trouble.  Yeah, so when Raven recruited me, there were these apple trees.  At the time, they were just good and ripe.  Well, I met Screech and he didn't know about the orchard, so I took him out there and I'm pretty sure he got drunk.  That thread hasn't finished yet, so that's all Ceara was inclined to divulge for now.

Yours definitely sounds worse.  You're like, okay though?  No lasting.. uh.. concussion effects?  Dude, that sucks.

Come to think of it did wolves have a concept of drunk?  Had she known of Screech's condition (which she would no doubt soon hear) she would have been more careful with her words.  It would have made her unbelievably nervous to know that directly after he had gotten headfucked, he'd gone and done it again and was now comatose.

Thank God she didn't know yet.  Like.. I don't know.  She wanted to preserve some of Screech's dignity, if she could.  He was like, having trouble walking.  Slurring his words.  She shrugged, swallowing the feeling that she had been caught red-handed doing something she definitely shouldn't have been.

She noted the change in Niamh's mood, too, and she stiffened in turn.  Oh.  Had she somehow ruined this friendship already?  SHe felt like she was suffocating, so she decided to take Screech's approach — You're really pretty.

And then she died on the inside, a lot.

Oh.

Everything kind of hit Ceara all at once as she stood alone on the edge of the lake.  She didn't have time to open her mouth before Niamh was gone.

She gathered the yarrow for Raven, dropped it off in a cache near her den, and got back to work.