The Floodlands I'm with the band.

As Raven was wrapping things up he finally stepped away to take a drink and wash the blood from his mouth.  Quixote felt a hell of a lot better after that, quickly returning to the group, taking a seat next to Raven, but positioned so he could clearly watch the non-river side of their surroundings better in case the bobcat or whatever hellbeast returned.  How long do you mean?  Like a few hours or overnight or what?  Towhee at least could probably amble along but he had no clue how they were gonna get this Roz chick back on her own feet without her springing a leak.  Was he gonna be trying to carry another wolf on his back somehow?  Would being on three legs be too much movement?  Were they just gonna hang out here and he'd end up standing guard or something?  He looked back to Raven with a quick flicker of something between a smirk and a smile, You tell me what we're doing, boss. This is your wheelhouse, not mine.