Heron Lake Plateau Lots of booze, and lots of ramblin'

I am so sorry I could have SWORN I replied to this.

Raleska's chest puffed in pride as Niamh said she knew she could count on her; damn straight! Raleska was a serious puppy, and took jobs even more seriously; she positively emanated serious determination as she followed after the golden she-wolf. Out of the corner of her eye she studied everything Niamh was doing, and then suuuuper casually, would repeat it a little bit later as if it had been her own idea, and not at all inspired by the more experienced Gamma's actions.

When they came to the scent of fox it was all Raleska could do not to bury her face in it. She sniffed carefully at the blades of grass that Niamh had inspected, her long ears flopping as she bent over. She hadn't really smelled that before, it didn't smell like a wolf, but it didn't smell like the scents Caiaphas had warned her about either - (bobcat, and bear). She lifted her head with a frown and looked at Niamh. "What is that?"