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

While Ceara had been a rude, uninvited guest, Niamh calmed when she saw the way Raven was with Screech. Niamh wanted a prognosis- some description of how he was, or just some assurance that he was going to be ok, and that it was all over- but instead, she was loving and motherly toward him. It soothed Niamh's already fried nerves, and she slid to the ground, resting her chin on her paws and watching as the healer tended to Screech gently, watching painfully as he tried to drink but didn't end up being very successful. 

Raven stood and left the den and Niamh followed, remaining halfway in the low entrance at a crouch, and she looked up at Raven with brown eyes that were now filled with a surge of emotion since Screech was awake. Raven would go get water- but before she could leave, Niamh swept forward with a small whine and pressed her muzzle into the fur of the alpha's chest appreciatively. "Thank you," She peeped, voice barely above a whisper, before she turned and slid back into the den, to watch over Screech and keep him awake, as the doctor had ordered.