Heron Lake Plateau ashes against the grain

He frowned, but not too seriously, Hey!  I catch other stuff though.  The fact the birds really didn't enjoy cooperating for him was at times a sore point, but it wasn't like he had put too much time in to practicing or anything -- he'd rather just catch stuff he could actually, you know, catch.

While everyone was getting settled down, Quixote had partially gotten up so he could figure out where the hell Vasa had gone.  Owen had finally decided to leave his dad alone, but the other of the most active pair had been notably absent.  Apparently she'd found a root or something that was barely poking out of the den wall and was gumming that to death, Yeah, I'm sure they'll be up to all kinds of trouble once they've got better control of their feet, too.  He shot a fleeting glance to Raven, wondering if he should try to shoo her away from it.  Dirt was totally healthy, wasn't it?

Okay, he kind of wasn't expecting her to suddenly stop and toss the metaphorical ball to him.  There was a brief pause, then his head snapped back around to Niamh, Oh--!  Uh.  So we wanted to offer you the opportunity to step up to leadership if you'd be up for it.  -- Still gamma, but with the responsibilities and powers and stuff.  He wasn't exactly great a this whole forming formal sentences thing, was he?  So what do you think?