Heron Lake Plateau Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?

Through all of the stress surrounding Screech's injury and the exile that had followed his dangerous actions, Niamh had had no one to lean on but Colt, who had entered the picture probably right on time both times he had been there to check on her. She still felt an odd, numb sensation when she thought about the day she'd stood on the cliff next to the falls- not even realizing that perhaps Towhee had been prowling in the caverns behind the falls. Towhee had been nowhere to be found, and Niamh had been surprised and a bit upset. All she could imagine was that her friend had decided to ditch her because she'd hurt Screech, or because she was spending all her time with him. Whatever the cause, Screech had yet again managed to mess up an important part of Niamh's life. 

As she'd promised Quixote, she'd decided to start repaying Raven for the help she'd been...And where she was injured, and now Quixote had to feed them both, she knew she should pitch in. She knew what it was like to care for another adult wolf, so she'd managed to hunt down a rabbit, which she then carried with her toward where Raven and Quixote seemed to have set up shop, though her posture suggested strongly that she was somewhat reluctant to go in that direction. What did Raven think of her now? She was just about to take Screech out from her when she'd been attacked- so Niamh felt sure that Ceara's words had resonated more strongly with the alpha than Niamh's reputation had. 

Nevertheless, she felt slightly relieved when she saw Towhee heading in the same direction. Sheepishly, she signed a greeting when she thought the beta could see, but she didn't exactly approach. What if Towhee still didn't want to see her? Niamh couldn't blame her, after all...But then again, her self-confidence had taken a massive beating of the past few days.