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

When Colt asked about her leg, she slid to the ground slowly, half in and half out of her den. She'd move if he insisted that he go inside and see Screech- but there certainly wasn't much to look at. He just looked like he was sleeping, and watching someone while they slept was just creepy. Niamh allowed visitors- but she didn't particularly enjoy it. The only wolf she really anticipated seeing was Raven, hoing that the news would change sometime, finally, when she came in to look at him. Niamh had noticed change- but it hadn't been good. It had been too long since he'd been able to eat or drink. 

"Leg's dandy," She said, a bit flatly, and patted it against the ground, both as an invitation for him to come join her, and to demonstrate that it didn't hurt. "Healed up a little while ago," She continued. "You keeping out of trouble?" She asked, then, finally showing some actual interest in him being there.