Heron Lake Plateau And sing your stupid head off

For Fiadh, who liked to know everything and trade in gossip, asking others what they were doing was an everyday occurrence. Oftentimes they had nothing juicy to share, but Niamh was different; Niamh often knew just what was going on and when. Once Screech was removed from the picture, she had proven a steadfast member of the Redhawks pack and, more importantly for the young gossiper, a reliable source of information.

Unfortunately, the snake was for much less suspicious intents than Fiadh imagined in her mind; she was awaiting an explanation of using it to somehow poison some unsuspecting enemy of the pack, but it was just a play thing for her brothers. "It'd be good practice for them. Not sure if they'll like having to work for it," she laughed, bending down to consider the harmless little snake as it lashed at Niamh's paws. "That doesn't hurt or anything?"