Heron Lake Plateau Lots of booze, and lots of ramblin'

Raleska's usually grim features looked just a bit brighter when she moved forward to sniff the scent left behind by the fox, and Niamh felt pleased. Maybe this was something that interested the dark girl; she was of the right age to start doing an apprenticeship of sorts, as she'd lost most of her puppiesh build and would be ready to cover more ground and put her body through a tougher regiment. Also, there was less chance she'd get hurt, given the fact that she had some size coming her way, and that alone would often be enough to discourage other predators like foxes and coyotes. Hence why Niamh didn't mind taking Raleska with her to chase a fox off. 

"Fox," She said. "No danger to you or me, really," She assured her companion, "But they're nasty stealers and will raid caches. Can't have them thinking they can waltz around here anyway, if there were puppies." She said, and rolled her shoulders to loosen them up a bit. "We'll track him down, rough him up a bit and send him packing. Sound good?"