Heron Lake Plateau So there's this puzzle I work on endlessly

Screech moved away from her and stood up, but he honestly didn't look terribly steady, so with a look that said 'don't bitch or think about moving away,' she moved to his side, just in case he had another...Whatever attack. She still wasn't sure what the fuck that was all about- it looked like panic, but the laughter had really thrown her off; he'd started with laughter before his breathing seemed to shut down, but even when he'd first started to chuckle, there was a wild look in his eyes, far from amusement, which was what she should have seen. Something was off.

And something continued to be off when he tried to explain himself. She turned her ears back and raised one eyebrow, refusing to believe that he thought it was funny that Raven was pregnant. It wasn't funny- this sort of thing happened. Unless Raven had been completely antisocial, hateful or awkward, it wasn't that hard to believe. She had to have something going for her if Quixote had wanted her. Screech turned his face away and coughed and her suspicion grew. She eyed him, even though he was avoiding eye contact. There was something still very fishy about his behavior; and she'd never known him to be anything but unapologetically blunt. 

When he questioned Quixote's role as being the father, she snorted. "Well, duh." She said. "They're together. Why would he go with her if they were someone else's kids?" She asked. "Besides- everyone else in the pack is related to her, aren't they? That'd be like...Pretty sick incest..." She said, and trailed off. She looked at him, with a hard stare, and lowered her voice. "Wait...You know something." She said, and moved from his side to face him directly. Her ears were still pointed back, and the fur along the nape of her neck bristled slightly. Could it be possible that Quixote wasn't the father? That he was just covering for someone? "Why'd you panic? What do you know?" She asked, almost desparately. Screech had been hiding something- she knew it. And her heart was in her throat; someone, anyone else could be the father of those pups, meaning that Quixote hadn't done it, and maybe...Just maybe...Things could be different.