Heron Lake Plateau Down in the Valley

Did he now?  Colt had been super careful up to this point to not involve his friend in any of the conversation with this whole mess, and it bothered him a bit to hear that Qui had been talking like that with Towhee.  But he knew what it was like to shoot the shit, and sometimes things got taken outta context.  He had cursed the bird a lot around him, mainly because he'd hated the amount the pack was forced to interact and depend on it previously.

"Just take everything I say as a damn joke and we'll get along," he said, a little exasperated himself.  "D'you even realize how hard you are to shoot the shit with for a guy like me?"  Probably not.  She was surrounded by packmates who had grown up with her, who knew her from day one and could read whatever the fuck cues she did give off.  Without tone, without humor, he was completely in the dark as to how she was feeling about a conversation any given moment.  It was disconcerting, it blew, and he was seriously glad she wasn't the one he'd have to go to anymore for the serious convos.  Better if she just read everything he said as meaning nothing - then she might not seem so damn offended every time he opened his mouth.

"Hope he does.  For what it's worth, that's not sarcastic."  He said, with a small smile, and shook his head.  Their dynamic was probably never not going to be fucked, but maybe they could at least coexist here.