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

Raven seemed slightly reluctant to talk about Screech- maybe because she wanted to protect him and salvage one of his very few friendships, Niamh couldn't tell. Maybe it was because the truth hurt her feelings too, Niamh thought, and frowned. If this was how most wolves felt about Screech, then Niamh couldn't understand why he'd hang around. Who actually did like him? She had, but then again...Things had changed. So when the truth came out, it stung. 

How could Screech not care about her? She'd been nice to him- she'd backed him up even when there was a thread of being killed. She'd gone after him when they'd been chased off- and had followed him back when he'd decided to join the pack. As far as she was concerned, she'd done everything she could have possibly done for Screech, and then some...She'd even offered herself to him, and he'd discarded her. Her ears turned back, and her lips tightened. 

She was still dwelling on Screech's opinion of her, and how much she mattered to him, and how unfair it was- when Raven relaxed, and changed the subject. Her expression softened a bit, and she nodded. "It was good." Finally, a tiny smile was tempted to gentle her strained expression. "He's actually pretty fun. And Wildfire's really nice too." She said.

Then, a thought hit her, and her features suddenly brightened considerably, as though a light switch had been turned on.

"We brought back crabs!" She exclaimed. "So hopefully, when they multiply, there'll be enough for the whole pack!"