Heron Lake Plateau Let's give this bad boy a test run.

Niamh couldn’t wait to tell Screech about the legless fat-dogs she’d seen, and the ocean too. With a bounce to her stride, she returned to the  Hinterlands, toward the area he’d designated as theirs. She hadn’t exactly made herself useful for the little collection of wolves, leaving for a jaunt to the ocean shortly after meeting Screech, but she returned now, with a partridge clutched in her jaws. Now she could show him what a partridge actually looked like.

Over the bird’s feathers, though, she caught the scenta of several other wolves in the area- and they were marking. This wasn’t good. She hastily dug a pit and stashed the bird, covering it back up and hopng she’d be able to get to it later. No sense bringing a meal to a confrontation. She launched into a gallop, then, confidence only beginning to fade when she saw just how many wolves Screech was faced with.

One wolf stood at Screech’s side, so Niamh moved to his other. The fur along her spine bristled and her eyes were wide, just in case one of the strangers who were trying to move in on their territory made a stupid move. Her eyes roved from one to the next, not really picking up any distinct features, just counting. Her lips curled the slightest bit, but she was otherwise silent. Screech was the one to make the call.