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

She was not unaware that Tegan and Niamh had returned from their trip to Drageda the previous day. Though she was eager to hear how it had gone and if there was any news from up the coast, the alpha had opted to give them a day to rest and recover from their long trip. Today, though, she searched for them in the hopes of getting all the details. She wanted to know how her sister was doing, how Wildfire had reacted to the news that demure little Raven was an alpha now (and pregnant!), and if the two of them had run into any trouble along the way. That worry had nagged at her the whole time they'd been gone -- what if they're injured or killed along the way? Hearing that they'd both returned safely had been an enormous relief to her.

She made her way toward the Roost, which was a fairly well-traveled part of their territory. If they weren't here, odds were good that their trail could be found from here and she could track them down that way. There was no need for that, however, for as she walked she spied the tell-tale color of Niamh's coat amidst the trees ahead. Raven had always found the young she-wolf's sunny blonde fur strikingly beautiful, and as she approached Niamh, she grinned at her and waved her tail good-naturedly behind her. "Welcome home," she said by way of greeting to the girl.