Heron Lake Plateau I'm burger meat and purple pills.

He startled awake when he heard the crunching of the grass, and groggily peered about until, from the blackness of his poor side came the figure of Colt. The other wolf was moving too fast for the weary boy. His voice was too loud. Screech felt his body tense as he pushed himself up to a half-laying-half-sitting position - and idly thought, shit, does he know?

Did he smell like her still? (No, at most he smelled like the fowl-scented grass and pond scum.)

Y-yeah, right, the whole.. Confrontation thing. He still had a nice cut to the bridge of his nose from where Colt had struck him. You want something? I was just -- y'know, sleeping. Like a normal person doing normal things, not a panicked kid who was always in over his head.