Heron Lake Plateau got gas in the tank

Colt was easy enough to find.  He'd gone on a nice run out of the territory that morning and picked up a bird or two in the process, a few feathers of which were still clinging to his coat.  Now he had found a patch of sun and was chillin in it.

He was half napping when Tegan walked up, rabbit on hand and looking like he wanted something.  "What's up?" He asked, rolling over to a more Sphinx-like pose and yawning broadly.  It was the perfect day to be napping, honestly, but he was glad to see Tegan had made it back.  "Hear you went on a nice runaround."