Heron Lake Plateau Who do you love?

When Tegan spoke, Niamh whipped her head around to flash her teeth at him, ears pricking and then falling with the mention of Towhee. She realized her best friend had a disability- but at least Towhee could see. If Niamh had a choice, she would have chosen being deaf over being blind one hundred times over, considering how much more difficult it would be to hunt without sight as opposed to sound. 

”Being deaf’s different than being blind, Tegan. Towhee can see where she’s running, and like 98% of a hunt- once tracked by smell, is visual.” She snapped, and returned her stony gaze to Blackbear. Tegan pleaded with her once more, and she turned one ear back toward him, which could have easily been interpreted as either vague interest, or annoyance. ”Why’d you leave.” She demanded, tone not altogether implying she was asking a question, but her voice had quieted considerably, and she softened her facial features a tad. ”And what other packs have you been with?” She tested the female with a low growl. What she wanted to hear was the truth. No wolf who looked that healthy came from a nomadic pack led in hunts by a blind wolf. It simply didn’t add up, because Niamh wasn’t the sort to have faith in in a stranger’s words. ”And why,” She demanded, glancing at Tegan out of the corner of her eye, ”Does he keep calling you ‘Easy’?” Maybe she didn’t want to know the answer- but she wasn’t about to leave that stone unturned.