Heron Lake Plateau your shadow weighs a ton

Niamh's breathing was deep, but steady, and came in low pants as she stood over Screech, staring down at him with eyes so wide the whites showed. She stood on one side of him, having knocked him off Raven, and Ceara was on the other, having grabbed him by the scruff and pulled him in her direction. She didn't look at her packmate just yet- though their eyes had locked momentarily when they'd both made impact with Screech, and a silent agreement seemed to have formed between them. No matter what Screech was to both of them, Raven was their alpha, and she needed their protection. 

Quixote had arrived but Niamh continued to stare, shell-shocked, at Screech who was still on the ground, and had returned to the vague complacency he'd been in when he'd awoken from his coma. What had caused him to attack his own sister? He hadn't shown much of a reaction to anything she'd done for him or to him while he'd been living in her den...But now, all of a sudden, he'd been savage. Niamh could not think, nor could she hear anything around her for several minutes. Raven's voice was in the distance, even when she stepped forward to spit on Screech. Niamh couldn't help but wince as she did so, and finally blinked several times, closed her mouth and shrank away from Screech's side when Raven spoke.

Banishment..

Her ears flattened and she whined, tail tucking between her hind legs. In this condition, it was a death sentence for Screech- but she knew that if she protested or tried to make that point that Raven would quickly point out that he'd be killed if he stayed anyway. Her alpha's orders were clear, he was to get out of the pack- but from what Niamh could tell, Screech couldn't move. Raven was leaning against Quixote, so Niamh cast a pleading look to Ceara. She did not want to drag Screech out of the pack...But there was nothing she could do. The look Quixote had given Screech made it clear to Niamh that there was no keeping him in the pack- he'd be killed before he'd be allowed to stay. Wordlessly, she moved to Ceara's side, gave her another small, sad glance, hoping she'd know that Niamh wanted help getting Screech to the borders, as she doubted very much he could walk. 

She reached down and the closer her muzzle came to his neck, the more her hackles raised. He smelled of Raven's blood. She looked up, then, for the first time looking at her alphas. Wordlesly, she gave them a nod, and swallowed hard. She gave the back of Screech's neck a rough nudge, hoping to stir him so he could leave on his own...But if he didn't move, they would have to drag him.