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

Raven was caught off-guard by Ceara's voice and demeanor, and she almost ignored the she-wolf simply because she didn't appreciate being ordered about by lesser-ranked members of the pack. A flat-eared glare and an annoyed flick of her tail were the only indications she gave that she'd heard the fire-coated female. If Niamh needed her, she would have howled -- right?

In the seconds that followed, the more that Raven considered the situation, the less inclined she felt to stay put. After all, Niamh herself had been mildly concussed too. What if something had happened to her? If she'd passed out, she wouldn't have been able to call for help. But then why would Ceara look so pissed and upset? Had Screech died?

That got her moving, and it didn't take her long to arrive at the den. As she approached, she found herself thinking how peculiar it was that a non-breeding wolf would want to live in a den. She didn't enter the small opening, but caught sight of the blonde-furred delta in the shadows within and voiced a soft greeting, "Niamh? Everything okay in there?"