Heron Lake Plateau its easy to get hungry when you ain't got shit to lose.

Her first attempt at getting water into Screech had not been terribly successful- but still she persevered. If it did nothing but wet his lips, then that was something. She'd left her den- as she did very little these days- to go and fetch another clamshell of water, and had to take her time, once again, as she carried it back as carefully as she could. It was a delicate balancing act, trying to hold the shell just so in her teeth, without moving her jaws whatsoever, as it could easily flip over and dump out all the water...She knew- it had happened to her a couple of times already. This time, though, she did much better, and was just starting to think she got the hang of it.

She'd been dozing lightly when she felt Screech stir, and she looked over just in time to see him open his eyes and moan. "Screech," She breathed softly, probably more tenderly than she'd ever spoken to him...Or anyone else. She pushed herself to a seated position- but all of a sudden, her moment with Screech was disrupted. 

Her hackles raised as Ceara entered the den. While she had been fine with others coming and asking permission to enter, she was definitely not in the mood for visitors at this point; Screech was literally dying of hunger and thirst, and the clamshell she'd brought back sat, still full of water, not far away. 

 It was too much; she was immediately overwhelmed, and turned to Ceara, her ire returning simply from the tsunami of overwhelming emotions that had just engulfed her. "Get out!" She hissed, through bared teeth. She swept in between the two, ears pricked and shoulders hunched, protectively blocking Screech from Ceara's view. Ceara had brought food, which she didn't have the couth to appreciate just yet. "Get out. Go get Raven." She commanded, refusing to allow Ceara time to protest.

Her cheeks flushed red hot when she regarded Screech. How dare he wake up just when Ceara got there? She looked back to Ceara and gestured toward the den's entrance. If she faltered or even hesitated for a moment- she would be promptly chased out with snapping teeth.