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Niamh listened as Quixote listed off wolves who would likely be willing to help out, and she made particular note of the name Eljay. If he was trained to take care of pups, sure he could help take care of Screech, who was like a very docile infant. He had to be fed in a particular way, of course, and he needed lots of water, but maybe Eljay would be able to help her out. She didn't see him around too much, and all she could tell was that he was fairly tied to home and very shy as well, but kind enough for sure. "I'll try and find him, maybe. Thanks." She said, allowing her tail to sway at her hocks. 

She was exhausted. Quixote hadn't quite made her feel as secure as she'd hoped, but at least he had listened- and she felt he could see that she was the level one, and was simply still concussed and a bit boggled. Her ears turned back, and she gestured toward him, eyes skimming his frame. "You feeling better, Quixote?" She asked, ever the worrier. "You look like you're moving a bit better," She commented.