Heron Lake Plateau plight of the lemon children

Happens two or three days after this thread and I'm gonna be vague about it because trololol y not.

He'd been true to his plan and came bounding back towards the plateau after a day or two of respite, using the distance to think through a few things - as well as the encounter with his lost brother Gannet - and overall, he felt restored. Maybe he wasn't back to his usual self (because who knows how he'll screw up that ongoing thread) but at least he'd been able to take a breather, more or less. Screech detoured away from the slough on his return and wasted a few hours of daylight chasing down a family of ducks, only to come traipsing across the northern boundary of the Redhawk's claim with a dead mallard swaying from his teeth. He hoped to track down @Niamh and at least try to apologize — but as soon as he crossed the boundaries in to the territory, a strange sense of forboding had engulphed him. Screech moseyed along with his prize but wasn't sure who to intercept — he could hunt for Niamh, or he could see how Raven was doing (and deal with that stuff which he'd been running from). Whichever way he turned there was drama, and at this point he was at a loss for which pot to stir, so he sought out a cache and began to bury his kill — it's not like a gift of fresh duck would unfuck his choices.