Heron Lake Plateau And you know dogs, they need ample time outside

forward-dated to May 26

After having a restful night's sleep in her cozy, feather-filled den after returning from the Drageda mission, Niamh awoke, stretched and eventually, lazily pulled herself to her feet and walked into the sunlight. She shook one brown and black feather from her pelt- it had likely belonged to a grouse or a partridge, and she had plenty of others so she left it sitting at the mouth of her den. She could always replace it later, as birds were a particular interest of hers. 

As were crabs, apparently- and remembering what she'd done, she picked up a trot and headed for the lake. She would go on a patrol afterwards, but first, she wanted to check up on the crab she'd left at the lake, after having carried it carefully back from the coast. She thought she might take another trip out to grab another one at some point, but that was only if this one did alright.

Naturally, the crab was nowhere to be seen along the lake's shore- but she did see some odd prints in the mud, little pokey holes coming from the water and meandering along the shore and then back into the water that confirmed her belief that the crab was still alive. Pleased, the girl smiled, dipped her head and began to drink. Soon they'd have a new form of prey that could be easily stocked and hunted, or so she thought.