Heron Lake Plateau animals

Owen felt like he was finally starting to get the hang of these eyeball things. It had taken a little while for the sticky lids of the second of the pair to match the first, and fix his wonky depth perception a little better, but Owen was proud to note that it had beens several days, at least, since that blasted corner of the tunnel leading outdoors had managed to ram him. He was getting to be a downright graceful little dancer, wasn't he! His ruddy tail gladly bestirred the dust at the very thought. What stilled his enthusiasm, however, and threw him back into a sulk, was that right when he looked hazily about to share this amazing fact with Momma, @Raven wasn't there. Instead there was another one of these imposters, one of the creatures who admittedly did kindasorta smell a little like Mommy but which lacked the all-important buffet that the lady alpha carried around on her belly. Owen clunked up to Eljay and took a nice big sniff just to make absolutely sure this beast wasn't hiding anything good. Nope. No such luck. Owen squinched up his little face in an unhappy scowling pout at his elder, one that showed off his new teeth. Bwaaaahh, he complained, not up to full-on tantrum-type wails yet but working his way there by inches.

A flash of movement in the entryway caught his eye, and for a moment hope soared as Owen turned to take a long unsteady look at the source. Even as he started to wobble his way toward it, however, his expression soured again. The color was all wrong, the smell was all wrong— this one wasn't a Raven either dagnabbit and just what did a puppy have to do to get a little feeding around here, oh my gosh?! He stumped right up to Colt and self-importantly told this one off. Wahroobahwirruphbahbir, he insisted. Mwrah! Idiot One needed to stop talking to Idiot Two, here, and go get someone useful who'd be able to ensure this poor innocent little puppy wasn't going to waste away from malnutrition, yo. Not that Owen's hoity-toity little speeches to either of them actually did a whole lot to make any of that clear...heh. Just to emphasize his words, the blissfully unaware little Owen twisted his ears about and bobbled his head a little in an exaggerated imitation of a few of the ptero words that that strangest of creatures @Towhee had recently begun trying to teach them all, now that the puppies could actually see some of what she was doing, finally. Owen didn't really "get" any of it yet, but at least he was trying it now, you had to give him that. Even if Towhee shortsightedly hadn't yet taught them anything like the word "nownownownowNOW." Owen figured this was a Very Important Word that, if Towhee hadn't yet invented or described, he's just have to go right ahead and invent for himself right here and now. Now if only these two male adults could get it through their thick skulls; then we'd really be getting somewhere!