Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

What Artaax had said, and the proud, casual eay he’d said it might make others think he was deranged. Niamh, on the ther hand, issues keeping herself from flinging herself at him. Her ears quivered slightly, and her admiration showed on her features. See? Other wolves felt the same way about trespassers as she and Towhee did...So why, then, did she get the feeling she’d be punished when she returned for treating the Blackfeather stranger the way she had?


He mentioned a sister becoming a Redhawk, but Niamh wanted to hear more about him. She moved closer, but had to reign in the impulse begging her to get close enough to touch him. ”Where are you from?” She asked then, fondness in her tone. Maybe his home was more suited for her than the Redhawks...No- she couldn’t think that. ”And...Who are you?”