Heron Lake Plateau Never mind the slacks and bashers

He gave her a sort of over-the-top-of-the-glasses type of look.  It wasn't like he was looking for pity, and Raven had done more than enough fussing over him since. Quixote loved it when she showered him in attention, but that just wasn't the right kind.  Though if he thought about it, he wasn't going to think that was totally right either.  It was complicated -- he was still garbage at that whole figuring out feelings thing, let alone being able to explain it.

I think I'm a giant bruise at this point, with a few nice scrapes as a bonus.  He tried to wiggle his scraped up elbow, which had probably gotten the worst of it, but dark scabs and dark fur pretty much meant it was basically hidden.  I'm already tired of it.  And it'd just keep keep dragging on and on... Ugh.  Obnoxious to do things now.  And hunting was, as he'd found out, off the list.  Sooo.. What was left?