Heron Lake Plateau To waste away the waking hours

Enjoying the sun’s warmth on her back juxtaposed against the cool water at her sides as she lay in the shallow water, Niamh had allowed her eyes to slip closed, relieving herself from the glare of the light glancing off the water. As distracted as she’d been, a moment earlier, by the change in her appearance, she forgot about it with relative ease as she zoned out- not planning her next hunt or patrol. She mused on the idea of visiting Raven and Quixote to see if they wanted to be relieved of puppy duty for a spell- but from what she could tell, the others had been helping out too, so she finally had some time to herself. Niamh hadn’t enjoyed a bit of “me time” in too long.

She opened her eyes when she caught Colt’s scent, and turned her head to gaze in his direction as he approached. Had he been looking for her? Part of her both hoped and believed he had...But still she wasn’t sure. Niamh had never experienced reciprocated affection before- and while part of her  was smart enough to know that Colt was holding back, for the most part, she lied to herself about it. He’d never discouraged her from showing him affection- but his own reactions had been minimally more than friendly. 

Nevertheless, she smiled and lifted a foot to flick water in his direction. ”It’s a new look I’m going for. All the rage,” She explained, with a mild shrug. ”What d’you think?” She asked sarcastically, turning her head a bit so he could see better. While she was relieved that he didn’t frown upon the fact she’d been injured, part of her had wished he’d be a bit more concerned. But everything was a joke for Colt, it seemed...She just started to wonder if he’d ever take her seriously.