Heron Lake Plateau your shadow weighs a ton

Qui was somewhere across the plateau, probably peeing on something.  Very exciting, no?

Anyway, that howl definitely got his attention, and he sprinted off in that general direction, not sure what he was going to find or even if he was 100% going the right way.  That was Niamh, wasn't it?  Did something attack Screech?  Had he gone nuts after getting beaned on the head?  Hell if he knew, but he was heading that way, with no idea that Raven was even tangentially involved.  At least not yet.  As he got closer, he crossed over Raven's scent  Wait, wasn't this about when she normally headed over there?  Oh no.  He increased his pace.

He followed her trail, soon stumbling upon the scene.  The two girls that had apparently hated each other were now both surrounding Screech in a not particularly friendly way and his face was crimson.  Raven was also on the ground, and both from the scent that wafted his way and the dark liquid glint on her fur, she was the one that had been hurt.  What the hell happened here.

His fur was fully on end as he closed that last bit of distance, though he growled, he wasn't sure where to point his anger -- it seemed to be over.  Unsurprisingly, Quixote wanted to lash out at Screech and beat the snot out of the punk, but he was just laying there.  Though his lips had peeled back and he glared daggers at the prone boy, Quixote was very very unsure if he should do more.  A head injury wasn't an excuse for this.  Quixote halted like a wall between Raven and Screech, assessing the youth as a danger for one more second before turning his attention to his mate.  There weren't really any words that really needed to be said, right?  It would be obvious what he would want to know from anyone present.  

As much as he would have been happy just killing Screech so they wouldn't have to worry about this ever happening again, Raven was far more important.  Quixote whined, leaning in to start cleaning up her wounds, to see what damage that unstable freak had done to her.  With Raven there was no hesitation doing so, though his eyes burned with both concern and the injustice of having been denied quick vengeance for this calamity.

Add another black wolf to Screech's "hated by" list.