Heron Lake Plateau Never mind the slacks and bashers

Quixote raised his head as she came over, looking at the water-filled shell with some speculation.  Yeah it wasn't all that huge, but it wasn't like wolves had glasses of water to know how much they drank in a day.  He shrugged, Might just mean walking to the lake more.  I dunno what would be a better option, though. Not a lot of stuff I can think of could carry water well.

Screech himself, though.  What happens, happens at this point.  All your fault though?  Nah, not if what you said happened.  Then, kind of annoyed, Who the hell who's seen more than two different seasons tries to headbutt someone like a goddamn mountain goat-- or a bison or something?  Like how's that a good idea?  Quixote was kinda biased against Screech, but dude, that kid did some dumb stuff and this went on his high scores list.  Either way, irritation faded,  Can't blame you for wanting to yell at him.  Okay, he couldn't entirely keep himself from some kind of snark.