Heron Lake Plateau now i’m free from what you are

WC:430

Niamh was probably being quite shortsighted, but she perceived Caiaphas’ rebuttles to be hypocritical, especially when the presence of this many pack members in so short a period of time disproved almost every claim she made. Raven was a capable alpha, and in her stead she made the decision to leave capable wolves in charge while she and another searched for a lost packmate. Not all wolves in the leadership were Redleafs or Blackthorns. Sure, she and Quixote had happened to marry into the family, but it wasn’t like they’d been born into it. They’d earned their place. 

She felt disappointed when Caiaphas said she would be taking her children with her, and she frowned even more deeply when her little lookalike raced to his mother’s side. Though Niamh wouldn’t have shed any tears to send Caiaphas out into the wild, or even harmed her to the point where they knew she wouldn’t survive, part of her wanted dearly to demand that Svalinn and Raleska stayed with the pack. As of yet, Raleska was nowhere to be seen and Niamh wondered if the swarthy girl would also rave to her mother’s side...Truth be told, she hoped not. Not because she wanted to spite Caiaphas, but because she’d taken a shining to the quiet girl, and would hate to see her leave. 

What surprised her the most in that moment was her mate’s failure to keep his opinion to himself. He’d been kicked out before for doing as much, and it irked Niamh greatly that he chose to speak up now. He was going to get them both in trouble- first with his comment of her being capable of taking over the pack, which at first she’d just taken as a comment to mean that she had more of a right than Caiaphas- but she certainly wasn’t going to be stepping up anytime soon- but he had to go and play the devil’s advocate. And in a cheeky sort of way. She gave him a stark what the hell are you doing?! look, but by then he’d given her a coy nudge and had sauntered off like a thug. She snorted roughly. So much for being a unified front. She’d have to speak to him later. Fuming, she gave a glance to Quixote as though to assure him that she did not feel the same way. 

To reiterate, she advanced as Raven did, snapping and snarling. She was done with hearing Caiaphas’ lame excuses. She wanted her out so that she could go home and deal with her unruly husband.