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It seemed like @Raven was doing better but at the same time it also seemed like there was a long way to go before she was back to normal.  Maybe it only felt that way because he was fussing too much.  Either way, she was sleeping, and since he didn't feel like it was necessary for him to hover over her more, Quixote was sitting just outside their little thicket, watching for anything that might be of interest.  He still wasn't sure he should leave her unguarded, but he'd been ditching doing alpha-assigned duties and hoping nothing bad would come from it.  He hadn't gone on any proper hunts since then either, living off of what was brought to them or could be quickly nabbed from the caches, and the majority of that, of course, went to Raven -- it wasn't like Quixote was using too much energy hanging out in case something happened.

Recent news hadn't helped.  Had Screech been so good of an actor that he'd managed to convince them all he wasn't really a threat, then vanished into the wilderness?  Orca had seemed like a pretty ok wolf, and now she was gone.  This hadn't been a good week for anyone, but he had to hope things would hit an upswing at some point.  Maybe a rabbit would bound by and make for a convenient meal.  Or he'd just sit here in the grey and drizzle and get a bit damp, whichever.