Heron Lake Plateau i.x : who was only a stranger at home

Down, DOWN! and though he was saying so loudly, that obviously didn't matter.  Aw hell, as long as she didn't try wandering away.  He tried to be more clear about his words than usual, partially because he was pretty sure if he tried to do ptero he'd just talk about winged monkeys or it would take about ten years for him to get a point across, Raven's coming. Stay put.  At least she didn't get totally zombified like Screech -- oh that's where he'd seen this before.  Huh.  Someone should assign them helmets.

He let her get her bearings and attempted to judge when she was coherent enough to actually understand him, And I don't know.  Niamh gave me a partial explanation that didn't make sense, then bailed to chase Colt?  Somehow he was involved?  I don't know.  There's a lot I don't know.  Why she didn't call for me in the first place, why she has to chase Colt, why she didn't call for Raven...  Okay, by that part he was talking more for his own sour to-do list more than anything, and even started to look away towards where Raven would be coming from.

He was immensely tired of wolves that should be his underlings completely dissing him.  Quixote wasn't asking for much.  He lead casually, but apparently this was where being casual lead them -- first his mate challenged by some woman who didn't have a chance in hell of having the respect of the pack, and now one beta gone rogue who didn't call for him in times of crisis.  What was even going on?  Did he really have to be more of a demanding jerk to get these wolves to act like reasonable people?

Whatever, there was his mate, a familiar black dot that was rapidly approaching.  Raven would have enough to deal with (again) without him unloading his issues on her, so he'd keep that set of thoughts to himself for the near future.