Tuktu Hinterlands Better hold on tight, before you know it's gone

Niamh smiled gently when Colt described Nell. From what she could tell, he definitely had a type. Either that, or he liked being with someone who was tough and that liked to pick on him a bit. Nell, however, was a healer- something that Niamh was not, but when she thought about it for a moment, she too was a mix of two contrasting roles; rather than fighter and healer, Niamh was a fighter and a puppysitter. He chided her a bit about her brash nature, and she felt slightly bad, knowing now that he was just scared of losing someone else he cared about. So she nuzzled her nose into the fur of his shoulder. "Well, I'll be more careful from now on." She said. "Promise." It would take effort to rein in her temper, but for him, she'd give it a try. 

"Did you have a name for this place?" She asked, casting her gaze out over the hillside. Niamh didn't know what the area was called, if it had a name. But if it had been a place that'd been important to Colt, she felt that it was owed one.