Heron Lake Plateau animals

Either/or—I'm happy to keep it going but can totally understand people wanting to wrap up and/or clear up some threadlog space also.  ;)

Well at least Eljay was finally paying attention to the subject Owen most wanted him to—that being Owen himself, of course. Owen raised a piteous little RowrowROOOWWLLll... and let it trail off, hoping that this would garner him a good chunk of sympathy, here, or at the very least annoy the adults into giving him some food simply to shut him the hell up. Rrow? RrowrowROOOoo. He hadn't so much as a scratch from his fall but you wouldn't've known it from his fussing.

Eljay had also been silly enough to put his muzzle right up next to Owen. The young boy glommed his paws onto that target and did his best to sling them there like the stickiest of cobwebs, or perhaps the world's ugliest and clumsiest gecko. Colt was still paying more attention to his bratty little sister, ugh, but at least he was getting a little bit of the spotlight from Eljay now, and he had zero intention of letting it go. Nonono, don't pay attention to the girls and grownups, look right here at poor little starving me. Now where were you hiding the milk buffet, Puppysitter? Owen figured if he was enough of a clingy nuisance here he oughta be able to torture the answer out of one of the adults, eventually. He loosed a snarky little bark in Colt's direction in forewarning, though the threat lost quite a bit of its clarity and bite thanks to the breathy and high-pitched quality of Owen's voice which was all his little lungs would yet support. Nonetheless: tremble in fear, o mortal, and proffer up thy divine offering of appeasing milk right now if you would please.