Grouse Thicket yn ei drwchus

Grouse Thicket had become Ceara's personal sanctuary following the drop in her self-esteem.  She liked the apples and the way they smelled, she liked the few good memories she had of the place.  Not that the Plateau was filled with bad ones... but it had been a pretty stressful place as of late.  

She'd escaped from the Redhawks to head there today when she caught sight of a pacing butterscotch presence she associated with Niamh.  But this guy was bigger, and he didn't seem happy.  Hey, she hailed him, tail neutral as the tip began to arch, you're pretty close.  What's up?