Heron Lake Plateau my disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state

Maybe just a cameo if you decide you decide to go off on a tangent in this thread instead of as had originally been noted, up to you! :P

In the distance, an ink black figure wound through the grasses, his destination obvious to those who knew his routine or the thicket where his family now called home base.  Quixote had probably spotted them talking, but continued on without any real acknowledgement, likely to avoid interrupting a conversation that didn't involve him.  After all, he was quite a distance away and wasn't keen on yelling just to say hi either.  He'd just continue on his routine unless otherwise interrupted.