Heron Lake Plateau In a pile of its own good

Dreary day, dreary morning.  Whatever.  The lake sprawled before him, decorated with a few birds but nothing particularly exciting.  It did pretty well reflect his mood, though -- just kind of... There.  Super exciting.  All the recent events had sort of emotionally melted together into a messy blob that he didn't know how he'd sort it out.  Raven had been a compass of sorts, but after Quixote left her side he was back to being forced to sort it out on his own.  So far, he hadn't made much of a dent in the tangle.

He'd been up for a little while, having left Raven and the pups to their own devices while he tried to be productive.  Since they were born, Quixote had slowly started to getting back to actually doing his job -- but going to the lake wasn't really his job.  Nah, he was just stopping by to get a drink before going on his way to the borders.  Maybe he could spot a few options for a short hunt after the patrol was done.  Quixote dipped his head, drinking his fill, but as he raised it again he watched the ripples spreading out across the mostly calm surface, away from shore.  Maybe that was the metaphor for his life.  Though maybe more like a tsunami.