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

Raleska nosed the brittle patch of grass, her expression churning into thoughtfulness. Niamh mentioned they were thieves, and the girl felt righteous indignation puff her fur to prickly ends. 

She took one last breath as if to seal the scent forever in her mind, and then she nodded determinedly. Niamh’s suggestion of roughing up the critter elicited excitement in the wolf, but she kept her responses toned and simply mutely followed behind the blonde Gamma.