Grouse Thicket I am not throwing away my shot

Niamh waited for a response, and began to growl quietly when she received none, both suspicious and peeved that she’d possibly made contact with someone who might have information- but they’d gone radio silent. Maybe declaring herself as a Blackthorn was a bad idea...Maybe this wolf knew there was no Niamh Blackthorn...So she called out again, hoping that they might answer her so she could find out which Blackthorn she’d been talking to. 

There was always a chance that this wolf had been lying too; maybe this wolf had something to do with Ceara’s disappearance...So she continued to rove throughout the area, hoping she might cross paths with the (other) possible imposter.