Heron Lake Plateau The Elgar Cello Concerto- but not Yo Yo Ma's version.

So happy both of you joined <3 WC: 502

Lost in her thoughts, Owen wasn’t the only one who was startled at their meeting, and had he not leapt and flopped percussively to the ground, she might not have noticed him at all. At the sudden flurry in movement, Niamh dropped into a defensive crouch, ears flattening and teeth bared- but her expression turned to one of relief and mirth when she realized it was just Owen. He tried to play it off all cool, but she raised one eyebrow. Funny guy. He had the same kind of awkwardness that Quixote had, when he was injured and didn’t want to be pitied, and that was kind of adorable. 

”Heya skipper, didn’t see you either,” She said with a laugh. She moved forward and gave his shoulder a gentle headbutt; the kids were growing up, so they needn’t be babied anymore, and Niamh often expressed fondness through some form of roughhousing. Of course, she wouldn’t haul off and headbutt him in earnest- she knew now how hard her skull really was, and knew that if she hit anyone too hard she’d end up as a ragdoll or worse- like Screech. She opened her mouth to make another comment as she noticed just how high up on her his shoulder was now (kids were growing way too fast) but at the sound of someone approaching she turned casually, and couldn’t believe her eyes.

The canine moved at an impressive speed, but it didn’t look terribly wolfish; more wolf than coyote for sure, but definitely not a wolf. Whatever he was, he was trespassing but Niamh doubted she could chase it out with any success- the long-legged creature was clearly built for speed, so she would have no chances of bringing it down if it ran, and it could likely run circles around her. When it was on the move, it had the absolute upper hand...But then again, there was no hostility in its features at all. No- it bore a goofy, excited look that told her he wanted nothing more than to play and so, making a bit of a tough gamble, she smiled at Owen and nodded. ”Follow my lead, but stay back.” She said, rolling her shoulders to try and shake the tension out of them. She stepped forward a but, so that she would seem as more of a target than Owen, and put all ber chips on the table.

Knowing that charging the dog was useless, she chose a different tactic altogether- but it would be a ride or die sort d pay out. Choosing to believe that maybe all the gangly, deerlike dog wanted was to play, Niamh yipped a high-pitched greeting and jigged forward a few steps, tail waving in an arc behind her before she dropped emphatically  into an enticing playbow. She tilted her head to the side, mouth agape and tonfue lolling out, looking every bit as playful and silly as the creature that galloped toward her. 

If this didn’t work, Colt would kill her.