Heron Lake Plateau Road Regrets

At first, Niamh found the thought of holding some sort of competition of worthiness ridiculous and wrinkled her nose in distaste- but after a moment to think about it, she tilted her head from side to side optimistically. ”You might be onto something there,” She said. She thought about it for a moment before she decided. ”I think I’d need someone to prove themselves by...Catching a freaking hummingbird. Have you ever tried to catch one of them sumbitches? They’re fast!” She said, and laughed. The possibility of a wolf catching a hummingbird, of course, slim to none- so she’d likely end up single for quite some time.

Quixote seemed somewhat taken with her idea, which pleased her. For some reason, she wanted to impress him...There was something about him that wad easy to like- probably the fact that they could go so deep into a conversation on their first real meeting. Whatever the reason, she’d taken a real shining to him.

And when he finished talking about how things could go wrong, she laughed, slanted a shoulder and eyed him coyly. Enjoying the irony fully, the roleplayer then put these somewhat prophetic words in Niamh’s mouth. ”Eh. Probably. But then again, we’re not alphas. Not our circus, not our monkeys.”