Heron Lake Plateau It takes you back to from where it is you came

Niamh had been mildly self-conscious about greeting anyone save for Towhee in this sort of condition. She was tired beyond belief, but nevertheless, she wouldn't turn away a packmate when they wanted her. It seemed as though either Kiwi actually wanted her, or simply wanted to know who was in the den- but it smelled enough of her that she could only assume that it was the former of the two. She tried to brighten up her expression a bit, but lacked the heart to truly put on a better facade for the adolescent. 

She'd expected some kind of reaction to her appearance, but didn't get it. She was then led to believe that she looked better than she thought- which was a good thing, because she felt that if she looked as bad as she felt in that condition, having gone directly to her den following her conversation with Quixote, then she'd look like something that'd been pulled out of a moor- without all the mud. She was quite surprised that Kiwi volunteered then to do something for her- if she had anything that she needed done. She needed a nap, and she was hungry, but she didn't feel comfortable telling Kiwi to get off her doorstep because she needed a nap, or to go fetch something for her to eat. She simply stared at the girl, baffled from exhaustion for a moment, before her ears flicked back. Maybe Kiwi hadn't heard- and was trying to score points with the leadership. 

It seemed, though, that Kiwi was looking to prove herself...And Niamh, tired as she was, liked the fact that one of the wolves she had seen fit to welcome into the pack was looking for things to do. She yawned softly, and forced a wan smile onto her features. "Well," She said, her tone somewhat soft and vacant, but still light. "Let's go check on some of me caches," She said. "I can show you where they are...Always good to check and make sure we've got some stuff stored away, an' no coyotes," She said absently as she pulled herself out of her den. One of her hips gave an audible crack, and she sighed with relief as it did so. "Snap crackle pop; I hate winter," She murmured darkly. She didn't want to do anything- but surely, this had to be better than just waiting around in her den feeling sorry for herself.