Heron Lake Plateau I'm a police officer. I'm a police officer and I want a cup of tea.
August 10, 2018, 02:20 AM
Quixote
Redhawks
Alpha
Y helo thar pupparoos!  Come play and things! :P @Owen @Kite @Phoebe @Vasa

With everything that had happened, he'd honestly forgotten about the deer antler he'd buried upon arriving at the plateau.  Kind of silly on his part, but fortunately Quixote remembered where it was, dug it up -- even took the time to wash it off -- and had brought it back with him to the den to give to the pups.  It wasn't a particularly big antler, just three points to it, but he'd hauled it all this way and the kids would probably have more fun with it than he would, at this point.  Okay, it had a few teeth marks on it, but it was in pretty good shape considering it was carried halfway across the map and buried for a few months...

Anyway, the guard changeover happened while the pups were napping and since they were a bit larger now, Quixote was okay flopping down in the mottled shade of a bush to wait for them to wake up and come investigate.  Knowing how things went, that'd probably be pretty soon if they weren't already waking just from the fact Raven had headed off to stretch her legs a bit.  The antler, though?  He left it tantalizingly silhouetted a few feet beyond the threshold of the den, awaiting the attack of tiny teeth.
August 11, 2018, 03:14 AM
Owen
Redhawks
Pup
         Owen marched forth with increasing confidence, giving the dirt framing the den exit a snippity little yip of superiority once he had safely passed by it. Hah! See how much quicker and cleverer he was? No way that dumb dirt corner was going to sneak up and bite him again. ...Owen's smug high-stepping gait was halted in its tracks, however, when he saw the sudden spikes that loomed up before him, their pointed tines gleaming wickedly in the late afternoon light. He splayed his legs wide and stared at the bizarre, threatening shape with his head lowered and his ears flicking to and fro in uncertainty. Had someone...booby-trapped the den entrance?! Oh no! How would Mommy get back in here if that nasty spiked array was still in place when she returned?!

         Owen squinched up his nose and half-folded back his ears in uncertainty as he crouched lower to the ground and began to creep up upon the menacing spikebeast. If it was alive, it seemed to be asleep...but Owen wasn't certain it was actually alive. Even though to his nervously twitchy nose it smelled like maybe it at least had been, at some point—deliciously so, even. Tiptoeing gradually closer, quivering a little with anticipation as much as fear, he leaned over to give the spikes an uncertain poke, ready to turn tail and bolt for the safety of the dark den once more should the sleeping spikebeast magically awaken. How heavy was it? Would he possibly be able to somehow magically convince it to please move itself outta the way, one way or another?
August 12, 2018, 01:25 AM
Quixote
Redhawks
Alpha
Gonna go ahead and continue since I know stuff is busy for the rest of you!  Feel free to jump in whenever! :D

He yawned.  Man, it was just warm enough to make napping seem like a great idea.  He was supposed to be watching the pups, though, so probably not something he could really get away with unless he wedged himself in the den entrance and blocked them like a wombat.  As he was not a wombat and thus did not come equipped with the square bottom totally being remembered from a Crocodile Hunter episode, it seemed unlikely to work anyway.

Despite this, Quixote was debating giving it a try anyway until he spotted Owen poking his nose outside.  Man, had that bird incident or whatever traumatized him that much?  Well, hopefully he'd get over it, grow out of it -- something.   Maybe?  Hopefully.  Raven could probably sort him out if it became an issue... Right?  Yeah, Quixote was certainly clueless about some things.  At the very least, he'd hopefully be able to assure Owen that the antler was safe to abuse,  It's ok -- it's a toy for you and your sisters.  Give it a chomp!  He dipped his head to indicate the antler, kind of wishing he'd settled himself down a bit closer so he could actually touch it.  Smart.  Well, he could always get up if Owen didn't get the point.