Heron Lake Plateau It's a helluva life

Similar to Niamh, Colt was on cloud nine these past few days.  Unaware of any issues that might be brewing, he'd done what he meant to; worked it through and worked it out - and suddenly everything had just clicked.  He knew a part of him would always miss what he'd had before, but he also now knew it was stupid now to lose out on a chance for something new and good because of things done and over.  

And this was good.  Having Niamh there every night and not needing to hold back on the affection, and supporting one another, and just.... yeah.  The whole lone wolf thing was cool and all but damn it was nice to have a partner for shit.  They might not have put a label on it just yet, mainly because Colt didn't really feel a need to right off the bat; what they had was enough regardless of what they might call it.

He paused at the edge of the lake for a drink, then gazed off toward the border.  Patrol or hunting?  Maybe both.  If he did the edge with the drop off, maybe he could scout something bigger for a group hunt.  That'd probably be a good call, what with all the pups to feed now.