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

The way Ceara responded was enough to foul Niamh's temper even more and she lunged as the fiery female exited the den, snapping at the air to prove her point. It was unfair, the way she'd just reacted- but Niamh was a ball of feelings that had more or less been completely muted while Screech had been unconscious. When at first she'd been simply angry, as the days had worn on, she'd become increasingly more torn by guilt and grief, and had lapsed into a depression that was dark and grey, like a stormcloud with a belly full of rain. It wasn't until Screech's eyes had opened that that cloud had burst, and had exhaled a downpour of emotions that had unjustly caught Ceara in their midst. Her outburst had been a lightning flash- quick, unexpected and untempered until Niamh could no longer see the female's bright, beautiful pelt. 

She turned back to Screech who continued to moan, and she carefully picked up the clamshell and brought it toward him, settling it tenderly into the down near Screech's muzzle. "Screech," She said, tone suddenly calm but not without a hint of authority, like the way a mother would speak to a child after they'd been reprimanded, and asked yet again to do what their mother had asked in the first place. "Drink," She said, and sat beside him, fur finally settling back into place now that Ceara was gone. The storm which had brewed and broken so suddenly was now nothing more than a gentle, nourishing rain. She nudged the back of his head, and ran her tongue over his brow; if he needed help getting propped up in order to drink, she would assist him. 

She simply trusted that Ceara would find Raven, but found herself growing more and more irritated with her packmate the longer she had to wait for Raven. She did not want to leave Screech's side, though, so in those tender moments they had alone together, she softened, and began to comb her teeth through the fur at his shoulder. She trembled lightly, as she regarded his face. "I thought you were going to die," She whispered, and tucked her muzzle beneath his jawbone. [b]"I'm so sorry, Screech." She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, but she moved when she heard Raven's voice speaking from the mouth of her den. 

Collecting herself, she moved away from Screech and peered through the low entrance and couldn't help the hitch in her voice when she spoke. "He's awake. He just woke up," She said, and moved back. While she didn't want to let someone else close to Screech, Raven was an exception, as she was the one wolf who might be able to do something to help him come about faster. Ceara had left a duck, which Niamh only registered then. She waited though, for Raven to assess her friend, waiting with baited breath for a good prognosis.