Heron Lake Plateau dope

Following the return to the plateau and Screech's dispatch, life had more or less returned to normal. Niamh resumed her usual patrol, meandering along the border and keeping guard though she felt the threat had lessened considerably. They wouldn't have to worry about Screech, or the likes of him, any more. She hoped word would spread, so that others would know not to chance anything by coming to the plateau. They had established a reputation, one she intended to keep. 

So when a feminine howl came from the borders, Niamh answered it, to alert the visitor that she was on her way, before she picked up a gallop and made a beeline toward the borders. She was surprised to see Tegan alongside the female, but could tell from his relaxed posture that he wasn't meeting her- but that he'd brought her. One ear flicked back, unsure exactly what to make of this, but was struck by the female's bold, pretty colouration. She was on the thin side, but had a kind look to her graceful, long muzzle, and a keen light in her sapphire eyes. There was a mildness about her that proclaimed no devil, and obviously, if she knew Tegan, then she'd passed some sort of personality test. 

Then again, she wasn't sure, entirely, if she wanted to admit others based on Tegan's credentials, as much as she did enjoy spending time with him. This she waited to see. 

"Hullo," She said, greeting them both, and tipping her head to Tegan. She flicked her tongue over her lips, vaguely aware that her mouth still bled from where her upper left canine had been pulled free. It stained just the left side of her lower jaw, but was not nearly as horrific as it had been the day before. "I'm Niamh; one of our lea'ers will be here soon." She said, still avoiding words that caused her to touch the tip of her tongue to the roof of her mouth. She turned to Tegan. "Frien' of yours?" She asked, willing for either of them to put forward an introduction.