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

WC: 485

There wasn't much else that Niamh could or would do. Unless the fox managed to get the upper hand, if it came down to a brawl, Niamh wouldn't step in and she would simply allow Raleska to handle the situation. Naturally, she wouldn't really have an excuse to give Caiaphas if Raleska got too torn up by the fox- she was trying to teach her, but teachers were also responsible for the well-being of their pupils. A certain amount of bites and scratches from what appeared to be a healthy fox wouldn't hurt her too badly. Unless a fang hooked Raleska in the eye, or managed to tear something significant in one of her legs, she could probably handle it and would heal up fine in a matter of days. She was young- young wolves bounced back from injury quickly, right? Regardless, Niamh wouldn't be too far away and she doubted very much that the creature was going to go savage on Raleska anyway, unless she caught the fox but dilly-dallied in killing it. Too much hesitation, for sure, would not behove the female, as a fox could potentially get quite nasty and Niamh didn't want her to get frightened of attacking a fox in the future if she didn't handle this one well.

She was also glad that the fox seemed healthy enough- those 'varmints' often carried disease, or so she believed, hence why she looked down on them as nothing more than an infection-laden pest. It had never stopped her from killing one before, even though they were technically a canine like her. But coyotes and foxes weren't wolves- and she believed selfishly that wolves were far superior to their cousins. Cats were completely out of the question- bobcats and lynx were just stuffy, egotistical creatures that hissed and were almost perpetually pissed off- so she wanted nothing to do with them, unless she was in the mood to aggrevate the creature. Cougars...Well, a cougar was a completely different beast altogether- and due to its size and power, it demanded a certain amount of respect or fear- or perhaps a bit of both. Niamh had tangled with one once- and even with two other wolves, the cougar could have easily killed one or more of them had it chosen to keep fighting them and chance more injury to itself.

She closed in after the fox, but didn't intervene when the two crossed paths. She uttered a growl of encouragement. If Raleska didn't catch or kill the fox, she would continue pursuing it until it was either out of their territory or until she'd caught and killed it. Foxes were smart, so they weren't welcome. And while she knew that she would thoroughly enjoy killing the fox herself, she hoped that Raleska would do it, so that she too would feel how good it felt to dimiss a foe who had threatened their pack.