Heron Lake Plateau We might fall in love- or fall apart

Her mate was surprisingly quick to arrive, and Raven was grateful for his prompt response. Not that Screech was going anywhere anytime soon, but she would feel better once her brother was settled someplace safer and more comfortable. "They've both suffered head injuries," she responded to Quixote's question, her tone calm and matter-of-fact despite the fear that raced like quicksilver ice in her veins. She was profoundly skilled at keeping a level head in the moment, but she was sure she'd freak out later when it was just her and Qui by themselves. "Screech got the worst of it. He's knocked out hard, could be a coma. I need your help getting him back to... Niamh's den." She decided she was okay with him staying there, so long as the delta had no problem with Raven being there multiple times a day to look after him.

She hated to drag Screech but didn't see how else they'd get him back home. They'd just have to be careful, particularly with his head, and take their time so as to avoid hurting him further.