Heron Lake Plateau It’s all business in the left-hand lane

WC: 214

Following the altercation with Caiaphas, Niamh had needed some time to cool off, and uncharacteristically, spent the night on her own. She patrolled the borders and had a bit of a sleep under a tree, ironically not too far from where Colt used to sleep, and wandered along the borders again before she eventually wandered home. Over the course of the night she had cooled down considerably but she dwelled on the happenings of the previous day as she made her way home in the morning light and in her tiredness, found some of her grumpiness returned to her. Niamh wasn’t a morning person- especially after working a night shift. Her plan to use the night to simmer down before going home had inevitably backfired.

She entered the den without bothering to be quiet; @Colt would probably sleep through her huffing and puffing anyway. She “accidentally” stumbled over one of his outstretched forepaws and swore quietly to herself. Muttering incomprehensible syllables under her breath, she turned in a circle three times before she flopped to the ground, purposefully turning her back to Colt- though she kept one ear directed toward him the whole time. 

No one had ever taught her how to be spiteful; but she was pretty well nailing it on her own.