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

 

last from me!

Her casual demeanor shifted into something more demure as she noticed the way Niamh regarded Screech so tenderly.  Her gut twisted hazardously but she couldn't discern if it was because she liked Screech or because she liked Niamh — or both!  She didn't have time to think about it anyway; the butterscotch delta's hackles bristled as Ceara furrowed her brows.

Wha- she stuttered just as Niamh shifted herself over Screech and started to scream.  "Get out!"  Her heart caught in her throat and beneath her flaming pelt she paled.  Ceara steeled herself, suddenly engulfed with anger.  Why?  Why should she have to leave?  The fur along her spine rippled to life and her lips peeled defensively before Niamh lunged towards her, fangs gnashing.

What the fuck, she choked as she was sent sprawling outside of the den, crouched in defense.  She regarded Niamh with a cold, dangerous glare before she bolted in search of @Raven.  

She found the medic by the lake as usual.  Her hackles were still raised in defiance of Niamh's attitude as she approached Raven, but something else had emerged too.  An ugly jealousy welled up inside her and threatned to spill down her cheeks.  Go see Niamh, she choked before she brusquely moved past the Redhawk matriarch.

She paced stiffly to the Northern edge of the Plateau, breaking into a run as she crossed the borders.  She tried not to cry and failed, tears flowing down her cheeks as she sobbed.