Heron Lake Plateau Let's give this bad boy a test run.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the flaxen coat of Niamh come up beside him, but she wasn't assisting in taking down the Redhawk. Instead, it almost seemed as if she was helping the darker woman, and Redshank turned away from his target for a split second to be certain of her sudden (supposed) betrayal. He hadn't considered the tactic of defence — he never did, really — and did not realise what the girl was trying to do. All the boy saw was Niamh aiding the enemy.

Twisting to catch a glimpse of Screech, Redshank almost called out to him before suddenly he was bowled over the very boy he was looking for. Had they both suddenly lost their fucking minds and switched sides? He tumbled into the water-logged earth with a yelping growl, glancing up just in time to see a tawny man snap at his friend. He was just about to scramble back to his feet and throw himself into the fray once more before Screech's shrieking voice rang out over the chaos, rivalling the Alpha's own roaring demands just moments before.

While Redshank had conveniently ignored hers, he could not disregard his friends', but that didn't mean he was happy with the decision. "We can't just...!" he started but caught a glimpse of the rest of the wolves behind the current attacking ones and the fire in his gut waned ever so slightly. For once, common sense overrode his bull-headedness. "Fuck!" he snarled, flipping onto his feet to follow Screech and Niamh out of the territory.