Heron Lake Plateau Down in the Valley

The fox had a bit of a head start, but fortunately for Colt, it seemed to be injured.  He was able to catch it quickly, only a small distance away, and distpatched it swiftly.  A single leap, a single snap.

His sides heaved a bit from the sprint, and he picked up the newly killed critter before glancing back.  He could leave.... would it be weird to go back?  He didn't want to apologize - he wouldn't apologize, not for the main part of the argument.  But he needed to make nice in some way, and maybe this would help.  Might as well get this over with now and stop worrying about it.

He jogged back to the edge of the pond, then entered the water and began to swim over, still carrying the fox as he did so.  She was still there, so that was good.  Least he knew she wasn't into the avoidance thing either.