Heron Lake Plateau You're all cops

O hai it's been forever since an AW

Things had sort of settled down, for good or for bad.  He wasn't entirely sure.  Niamh's bit of drama had added a twist he hadn't been expecting -- what should have been a pretty simple pack split now had the shadow of Towhee's screaming fit hovering around it.  He hadn't talked to her about it, though he probably should.  Enough time had passed that maybe by now she'd had time to think about it.  He was also in the opinion that the falling out had probably taken the wind out of of the two-year-olds' sails when it came to them being pissy.  Probably.  Maybe.  If he was them, it probably would have, so he was just gonna roll with that.

So now Quixote wandered the borders as he often did.  Nothing interesting so far today, just the same scents, the odd prey item that crossed his path.  He was still trying to ponder what should be next when it came to his children's education -- a big hunt, probably?  Somehow that didn't seem fair to Kite -- and the same went for fighting.  It was kind of a puzzle.  The inky alpha stopped to sniff around at a favored game trail.  At least there should still be plenty of prey around.  Yeah.  A hunt might be a good idea, for whoever happened to show up.  At least that would give him something to think about while off on his standard walk.