Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

And now I believe the thread should be open to everyone! :P

Three birds and one being honored.  The variety of names didn't bug him at all.  But hey, he could just not be thinking about how it might seem later on.  Then, what a reminder.  His voice was equally a bit off, quiet, Yeah.  He started to head out to do so when he stopped and looked back, If some show up here, what do I do?  Just tell them everything outside?  About.. 'them too.'  Pause.  Or what.  He wanted Raven to be comfortable, but if she wanted to talk to anyone directly, it was harder to do with them outside.  And it wasn't like he exactly knew what a new mom would be comfortable with  -- hell, they probably could have even talked about it but that was then and this was now.

Whatever her instructions, it was time to do the things assigned to him.  He gave the two pups a look before he headed off to find a place to bury them -- not going hideously far, but far enough.  Just a nice little out of the way spot with what he wasn't sure whether was a bush or a small sapling.  Either way, if Raven wanted to know where they were buried, it'd be easy enough to find later.  A hole was dug, then the two pups retrieved, placed delicately inside.  A final glance and consideration for futures that weren't to be and Quixote covered them over and returned to the den.

At a cursory glance, you couldn't tell what had happened outside.  The scents betrayed it, but he'd done his best in the short term to do something about it.  Maybe in a few hours they'd be faded enough that it wouldn't pique any interest.  At least this time there was some good with the bad, and he swiveled an ear to see if he could pick up any noises of the pups within.  Just a little bit so he could maybe sound a bit more enthusiastic.  ... Oh yeah, and that squirrel was still there too.  Well, still a snack for later, probably?

Finally he tilted back his head to howl, The pups are here!  You know what? That howl probably gave him more anxiety just by being a thing.  Now he'd have to talk to people.  Well, maybe.  If he didn't have to explain his slightly hit-or-miss mood, he wouldn't complain, but for now he positioned himself sphinx-like and slightly blocking the den entrance, trying to steal a look down into the darkness of the den to remind him of the good.