Heron Lake Plateau I Hear the Wind Call My Name

There were good moments, ones where he maybe thought his son didn't actually hate him, which was nice.  Occasionally he felt like he was doing things right.  The pup-garble was becoming more familiar to him, and he could get a good idea of what was being said.  However the fact Owen came to a halt right at the entry was more befuddling when his father had been following right behind, I'm right behind you.  You can go check it out.  Quixote dipped his head to poke the boy's rump and encourage him to move along.  Being stuck in the tunnel wasn't the most comfortable spot, after all, and he was a little too big to just step over these days.

At least if the kid wanted to go on a little adventure, it probably still wouldn't be too far -- he was still small, so Quixote would be able to wrangle him back to the den easily if it came to that.  But at least if he did adventure, at least he could be escorted.  The world wasn't always a kind place.