Grouse Thicket You tried to be the robot king

Even before Niamh could see the river in the distance, she could hear a sound that made her flatten her ears. Someone, or something, was splashing around- so there went her hopes of catching something to eat. Unless, of course, she could simply eat whoever it was that was splashing around...There was always that option- and Niamh wasn't a picky eater. She'd eaten prey and predator alike before, and while she definitely preferred the former, she wouldn't turn away a meal of fellow predator if one became available. 

Not if it was a wolf, though- and the male who splashed in the river was like a darker version of herself. He had more brown to his coat, but there was still a slightly golden sheen to it, especially when it was wet. Though she was completely oblivious to the fact, Niamh was quite drawn to wolves who looked similar to her- and this male was no exception. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with him, but something sort of klepto-like inside her simply wanted to collect all wolves who resembled her in any way shape or form. Except at this present moment, she wanted to wring him out for scaring away the fish. 

She flicked her tail from side to side in bemusement, and turned her ears back. "Good job. Ya scared all the fish away. Was that your goal?" She asked dryly.