Heron Lake Plateau And sing your stupid head off

"Catch you later," she told Clover as they parted ways, her sister with a mallard swinging from her jaws and Fiadh with a fat load of nothing. The hunt had been a joint effort, so it wasn't like she'd completely failed, but it would have been nice to present their brothers with two plump ducks instead of one. Ah, well. She shook off the negativity with a physical shudder and headed out to search for mint.

Only before she reached the woods, she ran into Niamh. The hostility that once existed between them was mostly gone, having disappeared along with Screech. There was still mistrust, for Fiadh wasn't quite as open about non-family as most of the other Blackthorns were, but there was no hint of it as she slowed her pace, dropped her yellow gaze to the ribbon of a snake in the golden wolf's maw, and asked, "what are you doing?"