Heron Lake Plateau So there's this puzzle I work on endlessly

Set May 27

 

Raven was going to have Quixote's kids. 

The thought of it had been stuck in her head since Tegan had delivered the message at Drageda. She sat in the mud along the lake's shore where she'd returned yet again to check in on the crab she'd brought back, but this time she saw no signs of it. The wet sand beneath her was warm from the sun's light, and she dragged the claws of one foot through the mud this way and that, before packing the mud back down and doing it again- as though making her own zen garden. She didn't realize it, but she was a lot more anxious about the entire thing than she thought. If Raven was having Quixote's kids, it meant that there was something going on between the two of them. 

She frowned. Eventually Raven would have the pups- would some of them look like him? Would they look like her? Would they look like a combination of the two of them? That idea was a bit ridiculous- both wolves had black fur, so any black-furred babies would look like both of them. Then Raven would be the mother, and Quixote would be the father, and he'd be busy with them all the time. And they'd grow up- only a year younger than her, or something like that- but it all seemed wrong. She kept drawing lines in the mud, and then packing the mud down, making it smoothe, then starting again. 

She wasn't sure how she felt- or why she felt that way, but still, she couldn't help but frown.