Heron Lake Plateau animals

<3 Of course! Glad to share this thread with ya, here, even if Owen is Not.  ;D

Neither of the invaders seemed to be getting The Point here, no matter how Owen grimaced and gesticulated. Owen sighed loudly in exasperation; that was the problem with all these wolves who were Not-Mommy. Raven was reasonably good at intuiting what her brood were trying to express—or at the very least distracting them with delicious foodstuffs for long enough to forget about their original complaints, which was probably the real trick of it—but not a single darned one of those who kept sneaking in here and trying to substitute for their mother seemed to have a clue. Not even when Owen deployed his most-brilliant mad word invention skillz. Grownups were so thick. Just how was a puppy expected to deal with them and their dumbness, anyhow?!

The big gray and white befreckled one hesitated just a moment before talking right over Owen's babbling. The small boy turned his head awkwardly about and gave Eljay a look, twisting his little red ears emphatically about to floppily signal, SO RUDE, STOP THAT. ...Yeah, that may have been a ptero-sign that the pups may have elicited a time or five in their little lives and been rather more familiar with, though goodness knows how such little angels could have merited such a response.

Kite in the meantime was determinedly clomping along to butt in with her opinion now, too. She jitterbugged along Eljay's side to make her way to Colt's face near him, and Owen's ear twitched involuntarily this time at the disproportionately loud noise that his tiniest sister managed. Her legs might work kinda funny sometimes but there was no doubt her lungs were in full working order. Owen was inordinately annoyed that big brown Colt leaned over to respond to Kite's noises instead of his own, though. Owen liked his little sister well enough most of the time but criminy was she a big fat attention hog sometimes! He clumsily raised an ivory paw to peremptorily half-poke, half-paw at her and totally-reasonably demand the spotlight be moved back to him, right now —though his legs didn't reach very far at all still and it was pretty questionable whether this was likely to do him the slightest bit of good, especially since he himself started to overbalance and tip over in the attempt. Owen planted his foot back down and righted himself with a swift glance about to make sure no one else had seen this bit of clumsiness. Then, with a final loud RWAH! at Colt and his sister to let them know what he thought of them, Owen stumped back over to Eljay, mustering the most commanding and authoritative stare-down his wavery little puppy-blue eyes could manage. This grayer big one was the weaker and more-promising target here, right? Maybe Owen could cow him and get him to magically produce some food through sheer willpowered mind-control. ...Surely it was worth a shot, at least?