Heron Lake Plateau Can't live without them, can't kill them with an axe

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As soon as she was dismissed, Niamh immediately assumed that the topic was Screech so she opened her mouth- and clapped it shut with a click when he asked about Ambrose. She arched her neck slightly in surprise, regarding Quixote with a furrowed brow. Why would he ask about Ambrose? She shrugged off-handedly and shook her head. ”Not in the past few days,” She remarked. It was unusual for him to have not crossed her path in that amount of time, and even more unusual for him not to tell her where he was going. He’d been fairly home-bound the past little while she’d noticed, rather than venturing too far from the pack.

She studied Quixote’s features then, and saw what one might have seen in a parent who was about to explain to their child that their pet was gone- and never coming back. She steadied herself but couldn’t help but feel shaken, with a restlessness that only animals felt in the advent of an earthquake. ”Why,” She demanded then, her voice low and almost guttural, as though she were about to choke on the monosyllabic utterance.