Two Rivers Isle We'll drive until the gas is gone

WC: 727

There were few things that irked Niamh more than trespassers- or wolves hanging out too close to their home when they did not belong there one bit. So imagine the ire Niamh felt when she’d caught the scent of several wolves milling out in the Shadewoods...Surely they wouldn’t think of taking a territory so close to another established pack? Others had tried, in King Elk Forest, but she had paid them a visit and had made herself known to them, and they had fortunately wandered off- likely incapable of pulling enough members together to make a pack. Either that, or she preferred to think that they had been intimidated by Niamh, who certainly hadn’t let them see any weakness. She wanted them to know how she felt about them coming together so close to a pack that was already settled. But now, yet again, a group of wolves had begun to settle nearby and Niamh was fit to be tied. She was on her way back to the Plateau, having crossed the small river that separated the Shadewoods from the Isle, which she regarded as their hunting grounds, just like the Thicket.

When winter came, if that pack remained in the Shadewoods, she could already tell there would be conflict, as their hunting grounds would be shared and that never worked out in anyone’s favour. She perused the island, checking to see what she could track down for prey signs, but the herd of deer that had been there only the past week had moved on- likely intimidated by the prospect of being flanked on both sides by wolves. She growled softly as she sniffed at a set of hoofprints that were quite old by now. If the wolves of Shadewood stayed there, no prey would return to the Isle, forcing the Redhawks to spread out in search of more hunting grounds. Those fiends- she wanted them gone, and she wanted them gone now.

It was Niamh’s opinion that the Redhawks should rally a few wolves together, go to the Shadewoods and oust the few wolves that had begun to settle there. She couldn’t smell more than four or five wolves together...But then again, now wasn’t the time to seek out conflict, as they were already dealing with another conflict with Blackfeather. Tegan had not yet returned, nor had Ceara. They were slightly lower in numbers, given the fact that they had sent out a few others to search, like Colt and Raven. With those two gone, Quixote and Niamh more or less had to take care of at-home matters, and when she contemplated putting a squad together to chase the wolves out of the Shadewoods, she ended up drawing a blank. Towhee’s hind leg was healing, but it wasn’t strong enough, likely, to withstand the stress of a fight. She’d make an easy target and Niamh couldn’t have that. Ambrose was around, as was Caiaphas though Niamh hadn’t seen much of her, as she too had taken to searching for Ceara. Eljay, as far as she could tell, would be useless when it came to fighting, but he would be the one to stay and mind the adolescents. That left the Redhawks with only a few capable wolves.

She had to remind herself that Towhee’s brother had returned- Fox, or something like that- which she found to be an unusual name, given the fact that Towhee’s mother was also named Fox. Of course, the phonetic similarity was what was throwing her off. Regardless, she was curious about her Person’s brother, the one who’d returned despite the fast that Towhee sounded somewhat disappointed and hurt. She hated the fact that he’d left, of course- and maybe she was still holding a grudge. Their sister was dead, as was their other brother- that left just the two of them. From what Niamh could tell, Phox was in the area- he’d been tagging along near the borders or just outside them as far as she knew, and she wasn’t sure if he was trying to extend their borders or avoid Towhee...Prossibly a bit of both. So she set about tracking him down, hoping to get a bit of a better idea as to who exactly this guy was, and make sure he understood that if he hurt Towhee again, that he’d have Niamh to deal with.