Heron Lake Plateau Give the girl a gold star

"What?" NIamh cried, and gave Towhee a swift jab in her shoulder with the blunt end of her muzzle. "Ewww, you're gross!" She seethed immaturely, but couldn't help herself but laugh at Towhee's swift remark. Out of all the wolves in the pack, Towhee definitely had the sharpest wit- and that was likely why they got along so well. There was rarely an occasion where Towhee held back from saying exactly what popped into her mind, and Niamh liked just how blunt and outspoken Towhee could be. Even if it was a bit crass from time to time, Niamh found something to be extremely charming about Towhee's mannerisms and sense of humour. 

Towhee started eating a bit of the hare she'd brought, leaving Niamh a bit of time to babble on a bit. "I dunno what exactly he'll want...I mean, we haven't, like, done it yet, but, like...I dunno. I just have a good feeling about it. He hasn't done the whole grand gesture thing yet- apart from the freaking heron he brought me once- but it's almost Fall, and honestly, if he doesn't ask me before Winter, I'm prolly gonna ask him." She said confidently. "Then we can have like fifty pups, and you gotta be their godmother." She said, so casually and naturally it might have seemed offhanded- if only Towhee could hear the tone of her voice. 

Towhee motioned for them to move, so Niamh nodded, and swiftly- albeit gracelessly- scooted to her feet, sending up a little dustcloud as she did so. She'd let Towhee set the pace, of course. "Oh! By the way, we're related, you and me," She said, with a small smile. "My brother Bruges told me so. Apparently the Redhawks used to be Redleafs, and Redleafs used to be DeMontes. I think we might be from two kind of different strains of DeMontes, but we're totally like distant cousins." She rambled, giddy with the discovery that they actually shared some distant genes.