Heron Lake Plateau All in all, it was a good day.

Bruges gawked at Niamh for a moment, but didn’t waste a second when she threatened him and snapped at him. He was up and off in an instant, tail still tucked and ego completely deflated- if not destroyed- as he high-tailed it away from the Plateau. 

Her words continued to sting him as he continued further away, his trail taking him toward the North toward the mountain range. Though Niamh probably hadn’t realized it, she’d given the faintest of gestures when she’d spoken, and Bruges was never blind to subtleties. 

The direction was North-west, and the word had been Blackfeather.