Heron Lake Plateau Bad company

Colt nodded as he walked up, then followed with a shake of his head.  "I'm here to talk to you, actually," he began, glancing back to where Finley apparently was.  Hopefully she wouldn't hear.  Actually, maybe it wouldn't be all that bad if she did.

"You should be leading.  I understand why she stepped down."  He got why she wouldn't want the job; he didn't frankly understand why anyone would want that kind of responsibility harshing their life.  "I don't get why you did.  And it's obvious despite your opinions," he indicated behind, "the rest of the pack isn't feeling the changeup."

That was an assumption.  Really, Colt was only sure of his own feelings.  But from the way the pups failed to respect Towhee, and Quixote's mood of late, it seemed likely the group was not the unit they'd been under the older and more experienced leaders.  Their input hadn't been received and he wasn't much a fan of executive decisions, glad as he was to live with them occasionally.

"Hell, she can't communicate with half of us.  She relies on that bird to know what's going on where she isn't.  Without it, there's no calling her."  He kept his voice level; it was his own frustration speaking, not anger with Elwood, who Colt had found he rather liked.  Guy was too good for his sis, that's for sure.  He should be in charge.  Not second to Towhee - same standing, same pull, and same say in pack matters.