Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

So the next round can start whenevars. :P

Okay, the one problem was now Raven was safely tucked away in there with their daughter, but he was still out here, along with the two stillborn pups.  Though Quixote ogled the den entrance for a bit, he didn't enter.  They'd definitely made a mess of their doorstep, though.  He looked over the mess, moving to try to scratch away some of the blood left behind.  Even he, fool as he was, knew that having other predators being drawn over here was probably not a good idea.  At least some of the dirt that had been excavated could cover some of it.

His eyes slowly drifted back to the left behind pups who lay there in just slightly awkward positions that would have been righted if they were alive.  He stared.   Time probably passed and he didn't much notice, broken from this only from some distant noises of a pup somewhere in the earthen den.  His ear rotated back that way, then his eyes, but damned if he'd be able to see anything from where he was.  Back to the first two.  He didn't want to just leave them there -- that seemed wrong as well -- but maybe he should do something.  Bury them somewhere?  But not here.  That would mean leaving Raven.  He tried to implore the den entrance to tell him what to do with a desperate look, but as if that'd work.

Well, Quixote had to do something.  He headed over to the two pups, and seemed almost skittish about touching them.  They'd cooled and obviously couldn't complain, but he was still gentle-if-awkward about moving them, nestling them together just to the side of the entrance, where at least they didn't look completely forgotten.  He gave them a final sad look before crawling partially inside the tunnel to investigate the squeaks, Ray?  How's it going in there?