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

There was a strange stillness that settled over the small corner of the world Raleska occupied. She turned her head skyward and looked at the star-studded firmament; deep and navy and remote yet filled with a terrible beauty. Each star seemed to glimmer and gleam in incandescent silver or pulsing red, paused only by the humble passing of murky clouds.

Her ear turned back involuntarily at the sound of noise - turning around, she was startled by Niamh's presence. The girl had not heard the woman approach until she was upon her, and felt her fur climb instinctively in little quills. Her surprise was quick to pass, but she regarded Niamh suspiciously. Despite the honey-furred wolf being fairly familiar (Raleska was under the understanding Niamh was one of Mom's friends, ugh, weird) Raleska still squinted at her, half expecting to be chastised for being up so late, or escorted back to the den.

Instead the wolf nodded at her in.... invitation? Raleska's scowl seemed to crumple. All guilt or defensiveness on her sharp face was lifted, and with one last sneaky glance at the den, Raleska silently followed.