Heron Lake Plateau Who do you love?

From the look of her, Niamh couldn't believe she was from a nomadic pack. She'd seen nomadic wolves before- and she'd been one. Out of the two of them, Niamh still looked more like a nomadic wolf than Blackbear did; but of course Niamh wasn't willing to accept the fact that some wolves were just built differently. Something with this girl's story had to be amiss, and she thought she spotted it when Blackbear went on to elaborate about her history, which didn't quite line up, in her opinion. 

"So...You're telling me...A blind wolf taught you how to hunt...But at the same time, you were his guide?" She asked rhetorically. How could a blind wolf even hunt, let alone instruct another wolf what to do? She could imaging a blind wolf being a good tracker- but there was no possible way a blind wolf could run full tilt to bring down prey without bashing into obstacles or tripping and harming themselves. Blackbear's story didn't make sense to Niamh, and she'd had just about enough of it. "Core member of a hunting party by six months...Led by a blind wolf. This some kind of joke?" She asked, looking then to Tegan, but expecting no response. "Nah. I'm not havin' it. Either you've actually got pack experience you're not proud of, or you're blowing your skills and training completely out of proportion, or both of those. Get your story straight next time you try to join a pack; but this one sure isn't having you." She said, and bared her teeth. Not interested in hearing any more incredulous information which may or may not have been true, the close-minded Niamh moved toward Blackbear with the intention of forcing her away from the pack's borders if she didn't leave of her own accord.