Heron Lake Plateau Never mind the slacks and bashers

The pack had certainly been keeping Raven busy, that was for sure.  Hopefully all the injuries were out of the way for the season and things could soon roll along without trouble.  Or not, there was always the option for something else hellish to happen.  It wasn't like Quixote's rank gave him the power to control fate.  The rain's the damn dangerous thing, I think.  The wet grass tried to kill me too -- maybe that's what herbivores are good for.  I guess the edge of the plateau itself is another thing I hadn't realized the negative of.  I mean, it's just so obvious if you're looking for it and the weather's great and stuff, but then...  So... How good were pups about staying away from deadly drops?  Somehow he figured they were probably not very good at spotting them.  They had a water hazard on one side and a cliff on the other, sounded like a great place to raise a family.  Why had Towhee picked this place again?

Yeah, as long as the ducks don't eat me or something. --  I'll move eventually.  It just isn't pleasant.  Honestly, it could have been a lot worse, but he was pretty used to pretending to be a super tough dude and bearing the pain of his stupidity.  Besides, he could still howl for someone if things got really awful.