Heron Lake Plateau i.x : who was only a stranger at home

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Towhee didn't wait for an explanation- nor could Niamh ever hope to stop her. It seemed, then, that the decision had been remarkably more simple than she had thought...There Niamh had been, worrying herself to the point of insanity over what to do, when the answer for a Blackfeather wolf was simply kill. Having not been a part of the war or any of the conflict leading up to it, she held impartial emotions swayed only by the perspectives that were presented to her. She'd joined the Redhawks and had gotten their side of the story- remembered very little of it because she was not a detail oriented wolf- and simply went on in her own existance with the knowledge that Blackfeather meant bad. She, unlike her mate, tended to be more of a follower than an independant thinker. 

Colt's presence jutted back into Niamh's peripherals when he spoke about Ceara, and she nodded. She gestured toward the female, and suddenly came up with the fabrication of "She and Screech are the ones who kidnapped Ceara." True, Maegi had never said that she had had any part in it- but she was Blackfeather and therefore had had a part in keeping her captive...Truth be told, Niamh had already forgotten the fact that Maegi claimed to have helped Ceara escape- it was well beyond that now. There was to much going on to keep details straight, and Towhee, once on the war-path, was unstoppable. 

The pale female began to stagger back and away from them but Niamh skirted around her nimbly, the way a collie might circle around a flock of sheep to keep them from a particular direction. She snapped at Maegi's side- not so much to injure, but to keep her in place so that Towhee could deal with her. Niamh side-stepped as needed, hoping to block the female's means of escape, while leaving the dirty work to Towhee, knowing better than to get in her way. 

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