Heron Lake Plateau We are young, we have years ahead maybe

After having twisted her ankle, Niamh was left sore, and in a fairly contrary mood. She couldn't patrol the borders and felt quite useless. Two days had passed since she'd injured herself and there was a noticeable improvement, but still- she knew if she was patrolling and had to defend the borders, she'd be at a distinct disadvantage and could possibly get injured further, as well as let someone hazardous into the pack because she couldn't properly fend them off. Hunting was ridiculous too, as she couldn't run, either; she could trot, with a limp, but knew she'd be better off simply giving it time to heal rather than causing more stress to her ankle. She didn't need a medic to tell her that. 

Feeling restless, but resigning to her uselessness, Niamh swam across the lake to the Roost, where she pulled herself from the water and into the shade of the small group of trees at the islet's centre. She looked up, to see if X was around, but caught no sight of the red-tailed hawk. He was probably off with Towhee, or hunting. She stared across the lake toward the rest of the plateau, and slumped to the ground, setting her chin down gingerly on her good forepaw. Maybe she'd just relax for a bit, and wait fo her foot to get better...But for the time being, she certiainly felt like she was a waste.