Heron Lake Plateau Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful

Well that was just nonsense—Owen was sure now that his dad had to be simply pulling his leg, as he flicked an ear back at Quixote and was told that the lake was somehow going to make sure the birds would return. Okay, so a few of them liked to go swimming some of the time, but for most of them and even for the swimmy ones the whole point was that birds flew. It was airspace that called to them, obviously, above and beyond any water stuff anywhere! Meantime, Owen really didn't see how if one's nose was benumbed and one's eyes deceived by a thickly falling blanket of snow anyone was supposed to be able to find any real prey by falling on one's face in random snowdrifts. Maybe foxes had some sort of sneaky trick to it, foxes being like that and all, but surely no wolf could ever hope to accomplish such magic. Why, only a very little bit ago Owen had fallen down nosefirst, and hey presto magicko had there been any prey grasped in his jaws when he came up again? No. So there, see Dad? If the rabbits ever figured out the trick of burrowing away under the snow (and sure, they were kinda stupid creatures, but not that stupid...!) then they really would all starve! What ever would Mom think of all this?

Owen did slow down to glance obediently but doubtfully about as Qui told him to check how fast the snow gathered. Owen shivered at this: he didn't like how fast or thick the stuff was mounding itself up. It seemed so ominous for such treacherous stuff to be gathering itself everywhere he went. And trying to hide all the food. And even if it took "a long time" that didn't mean it wasn't a big fat problem for it to get so deep! What if it just kept snowing an' snowing an' snowing until it buried everything? What if it snowed so much even the tops of the trees got covered?! I mean I guess all the birds in the sky would be a little easier to catch then, maybe...except they're all leaving, so there won't be any to catch!! Owen's breathing was getting more rapid and panickily shallow just thinking about it all. Owen rocketed into motion again just to have something to be doing, and hopefully very shortly someone else to talk to about all this instead of his dad who really was just making things worse and worse in Owen's little mind! Of course, by the time he at last reached @Raven he was so worked up that his words were starting to come out as mile-a-minute babbling nonsense rather than any sort of comprehensible conversation. Maybe Raven's poor mate could help clue her in a little, here.