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

Niamh hadn't noticed the contingent of wolves around her age until the first- a female with grey fur and a darker dorsal stripe made a challenge and darted forward, followed soon thereafter by another who looked to be the same age, who also seemed too high on confidence, and a bit low on know-how. Lowering her head and hunching her shoulders, Niamh prepared to launch herself forward when a dark wolf from the Caldera side did just that, placing herself between the two young females and Screech. Her ears flicked back in confusion, and she growled softly when Redshank then decided to take on the dark female- the one who'd just moved in to protect Screech. 

Another wolf made a lunge for Redshank, who'd made the wrong move anyway, in Niamh's opinion. In an effort to strengthen Raven's protective move, Niamh moved forward, glaring toward Clover and Fiadh, ready to fend them off should they bypass the first obstacle. She gave Raven a sideways glance- just to assure her that she wasn't going to make any offensive moves. She simply wanted to strengthen the blockade between the Caldera wolves and Screech. 

Niamh was attentive enough to hear Towhee's shouts and make out the word babies just before the alpha charged Screech. Niamh looked past the vanguard of wolves then, to see a pair of older wolves with a couple youngsters tucked protectively between them. She found it slightly ironic, then, that the alpha would first threaten to slaughter three wolves in front of those very children, and then criticize her own packmates for starting a fight. "Hypocritical much," she grunted to herself, casting a glare toward Towhee. She shouldn't have brought children into a conflict. She shouldn't have threatened to kill three wolves in front of them...But clearly she did want them to be safe, as did Niamh. 

There wasn't much she could do for Screech then, and she held her position more or less alongside Raven. This fight was foolish, they were outnumbered, even if she did feel like she could take on Clover or Fiadh. "This is pointless," She heaved, frustration getting the better of her, and she glanced to Raven once again in case she changed her mind and decided to turn on her. She bristled and held her ground, waiting to see what Screech would do- knowing full well that soon enough, she'd become a target too. If he fought, she would fight whoever came in her direction too. But until then, she held her ground and eyed the crowd, keeping one ear turned toward Screech should he call out a retreat.