Heron Lake Plateau Demon Boss

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Tagged Colt just for reference XD

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Niamh had just suggested a future-puppy name to @Colt that had nearly made his lip curl, and in response, she’d burst into laughter and flopped onto the ground, secretly wondering what it would like to have a puppy named Nag Blackthorn. She wanted something that followed in the Blackthorn- and Redhawk- tradition by using animal names, and of course, she wanted something similar to Colt’s name. So the issue of finding such a thing came up. Niamh didn’t know many horse terms, given that she’d probably only seen wild horses once or twice in her life. So the name Horse was too obvious, and any kid named Mule would inevitably be trouble when it came to crossing other packs’ borders (too much?) so she’d settled on the alternative of Nag. Nevertheless, when Rory called out for her, she assured Colt that she’d try to convince herself not to fall in love with the name Nag Blackthorn and headed for the borders.

She sniggered to herself as she trotted along, still trying to find another name that might fit. Nag, Mule and Horse were out of the cards, and Niamh didn’t know what a zebra was, so she couldn’t use that name. Fortunately, she didn’t think of Donkey or- worse yet- Ass, as relatives of a horse, and fortunately for the future pup, she found herself drawing blanks. But it was something she could ask Towhee, she figured, when their paths crossed next.

She saw Towhee, Rory and an unfamiliar face- but a kindly one at that- in quiet conversation in the distance. She didn’t figure that it was a joining sort of thing, as surely Towhee, a former alpha and experienced leader, would have no problem making a decision about a joiner, right? All Niamh could assume was that Rory had called out and that Towhee had answered first and was already taking care of business. As Niamh got closer she could tell that the pale wolf with them didn’t bear the scent of other wolves. She was in great shape- perhaps a bit older, but not that Niamh was an expert on ageing wolves anyway. She was quite plump, which likely meant that she was a good hunter...Or lazy, and had had others hunting for her.

She nodded to the pale stranger, noting then that she had a dorsal stripe and found herself smiling slightly. Another Blackthorn? It was hard to tell- they seemed to be everywhere. Assuming that Towhee had already passed judgement or was in the process of doing so, she casually bumped her muzzle against Towhee’s shoulder and glanced back at the older lone wolf. She had no idea, of course, that Towhee had actually wanted her guidance; and there Niamh was, preparing to totally take the back seat on this one.

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