Heron Lake Plateau your shadow weighs a ton

Niamh was unimpressed when Ceara stopped and turned to look her way. Screech was complacent, but kept watching Ceara, and if Ceara had been out of earshot, she might have gently nudged his muzzle in a different direction, as she didn't like the fact that he was staring at her the way he was. Did he have no appreciation for her whatsoever? Did he really take more interest in Ceara than he did in her? After all she'd done for him...It just seemed wrong. 

She stood up when Ceara shifted her attention to her, and she had to try, visibly, to keep herself from stiffening. "You can visit him." She said, but it was obvious that she had some conditions. "But do not just wander into my den. Raven's the only one who can come in without asking." She warned. She wanted to continue speaking- tell Ceara it was just common sense not to barge into someone else's living space without knocking. She stiffened and lifted her head. "I overreacted, that day. I'll admit that. But you spooked me when you just...Barged in. That wasn't cool." She said. "And I know you were in my den another day while I was out...Which I do not appreciate. Kindly, do not do that again." She said. Her voice was level, but she was very clear about how she felt when Ceara had decided to make herself at home in Niamh's den. Wolves generally didn't den up unless they were having pups- but Niamh liked the comfort of having an underground living space...It was her space, and she didn't exactly like having company in there to begin with- but Screech and Raven had become exceptions. She didn't say any more- even though there were many other things she wanted to say...But she wanted to see how Ceara took that in first, before she made any decisions.