Heron Lake Plateau Who do you love?

Given the way the girl’s features sank and darkened, Niamh could tell immediately what had happened to her father. Naturally, a death in the family wasn’t something Niamh ever would have used to justify abandoning a pack- but she had yet to experience a loss like that; her own reasons for leaving her birth pack were much more fickle than Blackbear’s had been. She would have softened her decision considerably, but Blackbear took off, and Niamh wasn’t the type to chase off after a stranger. 

She felt bad, though, and the look of regret did show on her face when she looked at Tegan as he yet again put forth a solid word for Blackbear. Niamh frowned, unsure exactly what she was meant to do then. ”Does anyone else in the pack know her at all?” She asked. ”Not that I doubt your judgement that she’s a nice wolf but...Where did she live, Tegan? If you’ve known her since you were a kid, then like...That means she must’ve been from a nearby pack, not like a nomadic one, right?”  Niamh’s concern, naturally, was taking in a wolf from another pack in the area that might’ve begrudged her for her abandonment. Niamh wasn’t interested in harbouring a wolf that would bring another angry pack to their borders. Apologetically, she touched her nose to his cheek. ”I know you make good choice. I just....I have to make good ones too, and it’s hard, with strangers.” She admitted. After all, Niamh was still young, and new to leadership. There wasn’t exactly any big crash course or cliff’s notes for how to lead a pac.