Heron Lake Plateau All in all, it was a good day.

For an egotistical wolf, Niamh had a fuse with a decent length.


OK, so that’s a lie. Niamh has a flare for being dramatic, an ego, and a short temper. And all three were rubbed the wrong way by her smug-ass brother who was all that plus a narcissict. When he pushed back toward her, she bared her teeth. She allowed him to finish, and was outraged by the fact that he thought he could apply himself and his situation to Ceara’s- and that was all that she could take. 

She didn’t growl to warn him but leapt first and with him being so close, even he as nimble as he was couldn’t side-step fast enough to avoid her. If anything, the fact that he tried to step sideways worked against him as his long legs buckled beneath him under the sudden onslaught from his sister whose height and weight, proximity and ferocity all combined struck him down within two seconds. She snapped at his muzzle and shoulders until he whined and recoiled, but still she stood over him.

”Ceara’s not a slutty skeezebag like you. And she actually cares about others, which is more than I could ever say about you- all you care about is yourself.” She snarled. ”That’s why I don’t go looking for you. You care more about yourself than anyone ever could.” She said, shaking. She stared him down and eventually backed off him, but didn’t give him much space.