Heron Lake Plateau Actually I'd guess you'd call it a tavern

Niamh's ears turned back in slight irritation when yet another visitor stopped by. For the amount of wolves in the pack who complained about Screech being an idiot, he sure had a lot of visitors. She stretched and took her time getting to her feet inside the den and cast a small glance to the still figure laying on a bed of feathers. "Another fan," She drawled. "Or maybe someone's come to say their goodbyes. You should wake up, now, just out of spite," She murmured to him quietly before she moved toward the den's small entrance and crawled out into the daylight. 

She squinted and yawned, flicking her ears forward when she saw Colt. She hadn't exactly expected to see him come to visit Screech. She saw Towhee turn around to leave, and considered shouting after her...But that would have been pointless and laughable. She looked back to Colt. "I should start charging admission to see him."