Meadowlark Prairie rancid dinner with the pope

It was way too bright out here. The snow that had collected across the meadow seemed to also cling to the exposed surfaces of the various plateaus, all of which reflected too much light in to his eyes. The boy squinted as he walked, although it did not help the tension headache that had been brewing since his bout with Towhee. When he stepped across a gap and found the ground elevating, the sudden shift made something go wonky in his head and he swayed a little, only to return to more even ground within seconds in an effort to avoid the sensation that his head was full of mud. Screech probably had a concussion to go with those raccoon eyes, but he only felt the headache.

He was distracted by the various physical symptoms that ailed him, so he didn't notice the oncoming stranger until she was right in front of him. At first Screech just, kind of, stopped. Unlike his older brother, Screech didn't see any connection between this girl and anyone in his immediate family - but he had never met Fox before. Rather, he saw this ragged and leggy individual as an impediment to his progress; what was she doing here? What did she want?

Heh, he greeted cooly, but the sound of his voice came out more like a breathy honk than a proper word - sounding entirely too nasal to be normal. Frustrated by the sound of his own voice, he tried again: What'a you loogin' at?