Heron Lake Plateau Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful

Winter always felt like it came too early and lasted too long, like it was grasping out of the darkness and trying to pull both fall and spring into the void and take their place.  The weather had cooled, that was for sure, but as the day dragged on, there was something in the air, and that something was snow.  It was barely fall and yet here they were, threatened with colder temperatures.   Reminded of what was to come.  Evolution at least was going to match the change, as pelts thickened for the change in seasons.

Quixote considered his patrol for the day basically done, and he swung back in a long arc, idly wondering what the kids thought of this.  It probably would have been more fun to have actually been there but at the same time, running all the way home was probably going to cause more of a commotion than just hearing the details from Raven at a later date.  Or at least so went the plan until he crossed Owen's track that seemed like it was maybe heading back to the den?  How odd.  There wasn't really anything there at this point as far as he knew.

It didn't take long before Quixote appeared on the scene, pretty much oblivious to what Owen might be thinking.  He just wanted to see what the kid was up to, no biggie.  Some weather we're having, he mused as a greeting.  Did you leave something here?