Heron Lake Plateau Bad company

Colt's brow lifted as Quixote shot off after him, impressed at the tirade.  His own notes had been on the things he felt were important downfalls, things that couldn't be learned.  Admirable as it was that she was trying, Colt just couldn't sort it that a wolf with such a fundamental shortcoming could be leading them.  An alpha who couldn't communicate with the pack over distances, or even very well in the short range, was a liability.

Elwood didn't seem to see this, though.  He backed her, addressing mostly Quixote's comments, and Colt's ears tipped back a little.

"Without the bird, how do we call her?  How does she call us? Know what's going on in the territory?"  He countered, sticking by his own points.  There were things that Elwood and Finley couldn't do for her.  There could be a full scale assault somewhere and unless she was there to see it she wouldn't know.  "Look, El.  I like you.  And I love my sister.  But I think you're making a mistake."

He shut his mouth after that, his tone serious but still friendly.  He needed them to know he thought this.  What they did with it, well, that he had no control over.