Heron Lake Plateau Give the girl a gold star

Towhee's idea of coming up with a new surname actually intrigued Niamh. As Niamh didn't have too many relatives in the region- except for her brothers, of course- she assumed it would be fine to create their own surname. After all, the DeMontes had done it before, though that was, as far as she knew, done out of spite, or something like that. "I like that idea." She said. "Something to do with Redhawks, though," She mused. "I mean, we live here and all. Or herons. Heh, something I should probably figure out with Colt. If he's even going to ask, of course. I'm just kind of, like, hoping, or assuming, or something." Gettind ahead of herself might have been the better way to put it- but she had a lot of hope benched on the fact that Colt was taking her somewhere she assumed was special. 

And as for Towhee's comment, Niamh shrugged and snorted. "I just mean in the first litter." She responded. "I figure that's a good, round number to start with; see how it goes and then hope for more the next year if all goes well." She said. Of course, puppysitting had made her love puppies and given her a bit of a taste for what it was like, but in no way whatsoever was she getting the same experience that Raven and Quixote had. She nodded to Towhee's leg then, and furtively asked "How's she doing?"