Heron Lake Plateau Have you ever heard of the Butterfly Effect?

They may have lost the battle for the plateau, but Screech wasn't about to take this insult lying down. It was hard enough to be faced with his entire family after everything he had been through; it was beyond painful to see the looks of disdain and dislike after that, and things sort of spiraled out of control from there. The plateau was lost. The wolves of the caldera were displaced (which he still had questions about). His family was finally here and he had a shot to return to them - but he might've blown it.

He did not go far after the altercation; Screech hadn't seen Redshank or the blond girl since their interception of the Redhawks but he hoped they were safe, and that they didn't hate him. After everything they'd been through together - everything they'd tried to build, all that was promised between them - Screech couldn't let go of the potential reunion with his family. So he was pacing the routes he had been hard at work mapping out; that was one advantage he held over his family, having arrived before them. He knew this place pretty well. He could sneak around for a few weeks at least before being chased out for good - but he had a mission in mind right now.

He was angry. No, beyond that (as always), he was fucking pissed off. As soon as he spotted the floating eyelash that was that damned bird in the sky, he knew where he was going. The closer he got to Towhee the more insistent his movements became, the more agitated he became, until he was just a raging bull of a boy. He came bursting from the scrubland in a similar manner to their first encounter upon the plateau, but this time he didn't stop — Screech locked on to her figure with his good eye and he tore after her with the intent to run her down.