Heron Lake Plateau ashes against the grain

Okay, it was also good that they didn't have much in the way of teeth yet.  Raven would likely be the first one to figure out when that milestone hit, but for now, the resistance on his previously-waving tail probably meant that he was going to have a drool-covered spot on it from one dark little pup.  On the other hand, Owen waggling about ended up with him moving onto Quixote's throat caused a slight shift in his voice as he continued, Makes sense to me.  End up doing what I thought was gonna happen to me, huh?  Insert eye roll there.  It was still a story that he was pretty sure would get a, "Nah, you totally made that up," if told to someone outside the pack.  But here they were, a couple of alphas discussing how to fill out the leadership ranks.  Bizarre how things worked.  Ranks are just made up words anyway.  Can call 'em whatever you want as long as you know who's where in relation to whoever else.  I'm fine with it.  Okay, maybe he should actually move the kid -- this was not comfortable at all.  He cleared his throat, wiggling a bit as well, in turn making Owen yap at the disturbance and crash forward into one of Qui's paws that was tucked against his chest.