Heron Lake Plateau your shadow weighs a ton

Ceara had been pointedly avoiding Screech.  Not that it was hard mind you; she didn't dare step foot near Niamh's den again because Niamh was Niamh, and Screech... probably didn't think Ceara had been helping at all.  Niamh certainly didn't seem to think so, and Screech was directly under her care.  Why would he?

Even though it was no fault of the boy's own, she didn't want to cause any drama for him.

She did, however, take to patrolling a good distance from Niamh's den, and it was there she saw.. was that Tegan?  No, wait.  Was that Screech?  She hurried over to his weary and ragged form, wondering what the hell he was doing out of the den and why he was alone.   But before she could get there, Niamh had already swooped in and in an effort to avoid further drama, she did a 180 and made an attempt to swoop out without notice.