Heron Lake Plateau It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone,

prefer someone she hasn't met, or to catch up with raven.  whoever snags it.  multiple welcome.  sike lol its for @Screech.  keeping the tadpole thread vague.

Seeing Tuathal had hurt her more than she ever could have imagined.  Part of the reason she had come to the Redhawks was because she had wistfully thought that if she had found all of these Blackthorns by accident, then maybe he would, too.

But she didn't expect it to be so soon, and she didn't expect to find him when she couldn't have brought him home anyway because they didn't have room for him.  Whether he wanted to come back or not was irrelevant — he couldn't.  She didn't have the status to beg and plead for him to be accepted, and she wasn't clever enough to make someone get the boot, either.  She wasn't that malicious anyway but maybe for Tad she could have been. 

It was a mild early summer afternoon, and the only way Ceara knew how to cope with anything was putting herself to work.  She was useless at hunting when she was angry (even if the crunch of bones between her jaws might have helped with the frustration) so she patrolled the borders instead, stewing in her own thoughts.