Heron Lake Plateau Running again

She didn't expect Niamh to have a new den, but when she thinks about what time of year it is and what is to come, it shouldn't be a surprise.  She hasn't spoken to the golden girl since she'd interrupted Ceara and Bruges, but she had been doing a lot of thinking about Colt and what Ceara wanted for his happiness.

Breeding season is on the horizon.  As much as she doesn't want to notice the changing of the season, the dropping temperatures of autumn make it hard.  She still doesn't like Niamh.  She doesn't know if she ever will.  But for Colt's sake, she has to try to work on whatever lingering weirdness that is between them.

She approaches hesitantly, mindful to keep a larger than usual distance between herself in the opening, and offers an affable but awkward sway of her tail.  

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