Heron Lake Plateau Lots of booze, and lots of ramblin'

Not every night could be spent curled up comfortably next to Colt fr the entire duration of the night. The pack's borders still had to be patrolled, lest some nighttime intruder try to be opportunistic, so occasionally Niamh would go back and forth between daytime strolling and night time patrolling. This night was one of those nights that she strayed from the little copse of trees where she and Colt slept and moved toward the borders as the stars awakened. 

She nearly missed the dark girl as she moved along, until she caught her scent. She glanced around and finally caught sight of the lighter charcoal markings along her sides, and uttered a quiet chuff. The girl was nearly 5 months old now, old enough that Niamh figured she could come along on a little midnight border patrol if she wanted. She gestured with a tilt of her chin to invite the girl along with her, and waited for a moment to see id she would agree to join.