Redhawk Caldera Stay away from the streets [m]

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Now and again, she thought she saw a couple tracks that interested her. She turned a blind eye to the large, spindly tracks left by the herons she knew fished in the lake, because she didn't expect to ever be able to hunt one of them down. They were vigilant even while they seemed hyper-focused on the water's surface. She'd attempted to sneak up on them before and they always seemed to turn one side-eye to her in such a way that she felt belitted by them, before they stretched their large wings and took off. For predatory birds, they weren't terribly fearsome- but they did have a tonne of dignity. She could respect that.

Some raccoons had come to the lake's shore overnight, either fishing or to have a drink so she took an interest in those tracks. They left behind such cute, but strange little pawprints in the mud. It was almost like their little toes were too long, and they seemed to walk in a more flat-footed way, revealing all the joints in their paws. Of course, Niamh had no idea what hands were, otherwise she might've compared the little raccoon pawprints to those. Raccoon pelt might make a nice liner for her den- too bad they didn't taste very good.

She chuffed as she caught sight of Towhee approaching, and decided to put her thoughts of hunting down a raccoon on the backburner, and perhaps try to hunt down something else later. She leaned her shoulder into Towhee's, accepting her Person's amicable gesture and returning it with one of her own, before she opened up a topic that they had discussed before.

She'd spoken to Hydra- and given the fact that Niamh was also keenly preparing herself for next year's puppy season, her thoughts immediately skipped over the possibility that perhaps the Moonspearians might need them for something else- and she fell to the conclusion that Towhee was talking about a conversation she'd had with Hydra regarding finding a sperm donor. They could talk politics, wars and conflicts later- but right now, she wanted and hoped to have a conversation about the potential of finding a male for Towhee. It seemed, perhaps, that she'd decided to try the 'go to the neighbours and borrow a cup of sugar' strategy.

-“Ok Ok,”- She said. -“Go on,”- She urged. Towhee's expression was fairly plain so she had no idea how the conversation might've went- but she bristled slightly in anticipation. Niamh always was swift to jump to the conclusin that she might have to bust in and give someone a solid beating if they didn't do what she or her loved ones wanted them to do. Fortunately for Towhee, Niamh was willing and ready to hear her out before she actually left the house with a baseball bat.