Heron Lake Plateau Let's give this bad boy a test run.

Colt shut up at Finley's statement, but he still simmered with the righteous fact that he'd been right.  Never send a hawk to do a wolf's job.  They should have had scouts out here, not sent the entire pack on the whim of another creature.  What was their alpha thinking?  Colt made a decision then and there, but it was one that would need to wait.

He listened without a whole lot of reaction as threats were made and returned, though his fur pricked at Towhee's suggestion.  Was she seriously about to fight for this piece of ground?  Seriously?  His sister's kids were here, and hadn't they just fucking left the last place because they had decided fighting was a thing they didn't want to do?  He didn't care if there were three of them.  Colt had no issue with Screech, and if the guy wanted this patch, well... they could move on to the next just as easily.

"Your bird made a bum call.  I say we move on," he called out, then gave a quiet "damn," as he realized oh, fuck, right, she couldn't hear him.  But the rest could, and maybe at least one of them would agree.