Heron Lake Plateau i could tell she wasn't lying, you were lying with a lion up there

After having filled in her previous den, Niamh had started to hunt for another- either a good place to dig one herself, or one that had been dug already by some other creature that could simply be expanded to suit her size. Niamh was odd like that- though she did not have pups, and had slept under the stars while travelling, she still felt more comfortable sleeping underground. Unless she was snuggled with Colt, his body acting as the confines she sought, she felt vulnerable sleeping out in the open.

She was pleased when she came across the pack’s newest member, who now had her own den. She’d wandered toward Caiaphas’ densite without knowing that was where she’d chosen to live until Niamh came across her, taking a break. She was somewhat wary in her approach, not knowing exactly how protective she’d be of her densite and the two pups that accompanied her. She’d also come from a fairly traumatic shift in circumstances, so Niamh was pleased to see that she’d settled in, but was still somewhat cautious around the rangy stranger.

She gave Caiaphas a nod in greeting, waving her tail between her hocks gently, as though to ask permission to draw nearer. If the female wanted space to relax, she’d certainly grant it- but she’d have to come to the understanding sooner or later that living with the Redhawks meant living amongst family...And family members didn’t know how to knock.