Heron Lake Plateau The hurt doesn't show but the pain still grows, it's no stranger to you and me

Though he now was acting more like himself again, Quixote still hadn't gotten much sleep.  If he could be awake for the next week without a problem, he'd think it was appropriate that he stood guard the whole time.  He was a stubborn wolf, and no amount of convincing was going to make him change his mind, at least until they heard back about Screech.  Since they'd headed off, he again wondered if he made the right choice, but then he looked to Raven and remembered yeah, he probably had. 

He'd been sitting near Raven, almost dozing off, when someone outside announced their arrival.  He wasn't entirely sure who because it was sufficiently garbled, but he got up and headed over to see just who it was.  His head popped into view, spotting Ceara quickly.  He nodded, indicating she could come in to their little area.  Quixote was quick to move back to Raven, nosing her awake if needed before laying down at her side, Ceara's here with food and stuff.  He didn't know if Ceara was totally up to date on the other details that had been told to Towhee and Niamh, but if they had to go through all that again, he might just take a nap...