Heron Lake Plateau boo! bitch!

Niamh’s eyes narrowed to fine dots when Bat said where Tegan had gone. That hadn’t been a part of the plan, had it? They were just to scout...What reason did he and whoever the stranger was have to go to Blackfeather Woods? Niamh growled softly, a small note of frustration. Tegan was going too far, and without enough backup and- as far as she knew- not enough proof that that was where Ceara was. If they could leave the Blackfeather Wolves to last, they’d all be safer. 

”Are you sure that’s where he went?” She asked, having also forgotten about the meal she’d offered Bat. Tegan would have known whether Llewelyn was from Moonspear or not, so she wasn’t concerned about him being an imposter- but he was dabbling in business that wasn’t his, and endangering one of ther packmates. ”What made him so sure that’s where she is, and when did they go?” She asked as follow-up questions. Bat asked another question, and she could only frown in response. She shook her head. ”That’ll all depend on what those two do.” She said. The fate of the whole pack was in their command, and she hoped they weren’t being foolish and trespassing...And she couldn’t help but hate Ceara a little more. If they did go to war, it’d be over her head.