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

Colt was confused when Screech randomly cursed, not sensing it was directed at him (because it didn't really apply to what he'd said) but not sure what it referred to.  He was quick to clarify, though, and to Colt's satisfaction seemed ok with what went down.  He'd had no choice, but if he'd had his way, they woulda simply kept looking.

Screech went on, and Colt let out a derisive tcht.  "We kicked ass and took names.  Sent them running, but let them get away.  Apparently they thought that was an open invite to come back."  Colt had never really confirmed it was the same wolves the second time around, but it seemed too much a coincidence to chance.  "Better to move then fight again."

Colt studied Screech a minute.  He seemed... jumpy? Off enough that he felt he should ask "Are you ok?"