Heron Lake Plateau Running again

"For sure. He was a total asshat when I met him," She said, recalling the experience of having gone arse over tea kettle, sprained her ankle, only to have Colt stroll onto the scene and rub salt in the wound. "Haven't had to school his ass yet, so I guess he's learned not to piss me off," She said, with a slight chuckle. She hadn't really realized the fact that she'd been more forgiving of Colt than she had been of many other wolves- but Niamh's capabilities for forgiving others changed with the seasons, and with her mood. 

Ceara seemed to prefer sleeping in a den as well, but apparently she didn't have the talent for digging them as hers wasn't doing so well. "Trick is to find a hill, like this one. Then you don't have to dig down, just in. Makes it a lot easier to get the dirt out when it's not like...Falling back in every time you move a foot." She said. "And I passed the notion by Colt...But I kinda wanna surprise him with it. What would be cool, though, is if I had some fluff to stuff in it before I show it to him, but the damn birds have kind of left. I'm cool to take a break from digging anyway- wanna help be track somethin' down for a snack slash bedding material?" She asked. The larger the prey they caught, the more fluff she could use to line the den.