Silver Creek Crawl until we feed the soil

Niamh's honeyed gaze swept to the man as he approached, with the confident swagger of a king. He greeted Emerson fondly before he regarded her, and Niamh simply gazed back at him. She was outnumbered- but these two didn't seem too violent, or even too defensive. Instead, they seemed to be as curious about the meeting as she was, without chasing her off. That sort of openness rattled Niamh slightly; but then again, she was grateful that she wouldn't have to worry about being attacked on sight simply because she was a stranger at their borders. She didn't necessarily appreciate the elevator eyes that Grayson was giving her, but she'd let it pass. For now. 

He stated his name and his intentions, and she tilted her head slightly. He was the alpha, but that didn't mean too much to Niamh, who was both proud and stubbornly attached to the belief that as a visitor, and not a member of his pack, he really had no rank over her. She was respectful enough of their territory- but it wasn't like she was going to treat him any differently than she would have treated Emerson. She nodded in appreciation, and flicked her ears forward, glad that he was going to help her out. 

"Not too much in terms of questions. A pack is a pack is a pack," She said, clearly having no idea that Grayson's laws were any different than they would be in her pack. "What concerns me is the proximity to the plateau...You're not too close, which we appreciate. There're a few who've chosen to settle in the Shadewood, Northwest of here; they're too close for comfort." She said. "We do use some of the neutral grounds around our plateau for hunting...And we're interested in keeping those lands for our hunting use...Too many packs hunting the same grounds won't benefit any of us." She said. It was her gentle way of saying that she didn't want the Rosings wolves to start using their hunting grounds, otherwise they might scare the herds away.