Heron Lake Plateau I'm a police officer. I'm a police officer and I want a cup of tea.
August 10, 2018, 02:20 AM
Quixote
Redhawks
Alpha
Y helo thar pupparoos!  Come play and things! :P @Owen @Kite @Phoebe @Vasa

With everything that had happened, he'd honestly forgotten about the deer antler he'd buried upon arriving at the plateau.  Kind of silly on his part, but fortunately Quixote remembered where it was, dug it up -- even took the time to wash it off -- and had brought it back with him to the den to give to the pups.  It wasn't a particularly big antler, just three points to it, but he'd hauled it all this way and the kids would probably have more fun with it than he would, at this point.  Okay, it had a few teeth marks on it, but it was in pretty good shape considering it was carried halfway across the map and buried for a few months...

Anyway, the guard changeover happened while the pups were napping and since they were a bit larger now, Quixote was okay flopping down in the mottled shade of a bush to wait for them to wake up and come investigate.  Knowing how things went, that'd probably be pretty soon if they weren't already waking just from the fact Raven had headed off to stretch her legs a bit.  The antler, though?  He left it tantalizingly silhouetted a few feet beyond the threshold of the den, awaiting the attack of tiny teeth.
August 11, 2018, 03:14 AM
Owen
Redhawks
Pup
         Owen marched forth with increasing confidence, giving the dirt framing the den exit a snippity little yip of superiority once he had safely passed by it. Hah! See how much quicker and cleverer he was? No way that dumb dirt corner was going to sneak up and bite him again. ...Owen's smug high-stepping gait was halted in its tracks, however, when he saw the sudden spikes that loomed up before him, their pointed tines gleaming wickedly in the late afternoon light. He splayed his legs wide and stared at the bizarre, threatening shape with his head lowered and his ears flicking to and fro in uncertainty. Had someone...booby-trapped the den entrance?! Oh no! How would Mommy get back in here if that nasty spiked array was still in place when she returned?!

         Owen squinched up his nose and half-folded back his ears in uncertainty as he crouched lower to the ground and began to creep up upon the menacing spikebeast. If it was alive, it seemed to be asleep...but Owen wasn't certain it was actually alive. Even though to his nervously twitchy nose it smelled like maybe it at least had been, at some point—deliciously so, even. Tiptoeing gradually closer, quivering a little with anticipation as much as fear, he leaned over to give the spikes an uncertain poke, ready to turn tail and bolt for the safety of the dark den once more should the sleeping spikebeast magically awaken. How heavy was it? Would he possibly be able to somehow magically convince it to please move itself outta the way, one way or another?
August 12, 2018, 01:25 AM
Quixote
Redhawks
Alpha
Gonna go ahead and continue since I know stuff is busy for the rest of you!  Feel free to jump in whenever! :D

He yawned.  Man, it was just warm enough to make napping seem like a great idea.  He was supposed to be watching the pups, though, so probably not something he could really get away with unless he wedged himself in the den entrance and blocked them like a wombat.  As he was not a wombat and thus did not come equipped with the square bottom totally being remembered from a Crocodile Hunter episode, it seemed unlikely to work anyway.

Despite this, Quixote was debating giving it a try anyway until he spotted Owen poking his nose outside.  Man, had that bird incident or whatever traumatized him that much?  Well, hopefully he'd get over it, grow out of it -- something.   Maybe?  Hopefully.  Raven could probably sort him out if it became an issue... Right?  Yeah, Quixote was certainly clueless about some things.  At the very least, he'd hopefully be able to assure Owen that the antler was safe to abuse,  It's ok -- it's a toy for you and your sisters.  Give it a chomp!  He dipped his head to indicate the antler, kind of wishing he'd settled himself down a bit closer so he could actually touch it.  Smart.  Well, he could always get up if Owen didn't get the point.
August 15, 2018, 02:59 AM
Owen
Redhawks
Pup
Never stab a wombat in the rear!
That's...most of my wombatbum knowledge sourced right there, alas, 'cause I still haven't seen that Croc Hunter ep.  Woe  ;P

         The familiar big stinky sooty-furred male was there behind the ominous spiked creature, his lounging silhouette slowly coming clear as, clued in by Quixote's movement, Owen raised bewildered and wary eyes to focus on it with some difficulty. The bigger male swooped his massive head toward the object, but didn't get too close to its terrible bony white claws reaching for the sky. Owen squinched up his nose doubtfully, looking from his father to the antler repeatedly. Then he reached out a creamy-furred paw of his own and gave it a hasty poke. He leaned quickly back and watched with wide eyes as the antler...rocked very slightly back and forth. Huh. Really? That was kind of anticlimactic.

         Owen's inquisitive nose grew increasingly bold, and informed him as he thrust it forward with incrementally greater confidence that this strange object smelled of dirt and faint deliciousness despite its obvious total lack of milk. This despite it being milk-colored. Owen was confused, but after another quick pair of paw-pokes leaned forth and fastened his tiny jaws about the nearest convenient tine experimentally, just to make sure. Yep—no milk here, though his tentatively gnawing teeth still kind of liked the taste of it—somehow. He turned wide and wondering eyes upon his dad as he let out an inquisitive little yip. Then he wrapped his teeth around the object more firmly, awkwardly trying to hug it closer with his forepaws as he began to chew on it with a will. The problem was, given the curved angle of the antler and the slightly upraised end of it he had chosen, this required levering himself up off the ground just a little ways. He teetered back and forth a bit initially as he gladly crunched down on the bony toy, and then, as he repositioned his right paw to come at it afresh from the side for a better grip, managed to knock it sidewise and overbalanced entirely, tipping the object over on top of himself in the process. Owen yiped once as he hit the dirt, and then again, louder, as the tines thudded upside-down into the earth all around him a moment after. His voice burbled uncertainly and then quickly crescendoed into wavery wailing howls as he started to thrash about, realizing he had somehow become trapped beneath this terrible antlercage thing. It had tricked him! What the hell?! How on earth could he have let himself be lured in by its tantalizing scent and seemingly innocuous lack of movement to begin with?! Aaauuuuugh! Now it had him pinned, and was probably licking its chops, wherever among these white spikes those were hidden, in anticipation of next eating him.
September 07, 2018, 11:51 PM
Quixote
Redhawks
Alpha
All seemed well and good until somehow there was a bit of a tumble and some other other bizarre flailing that ended up with Owen in quite a predicament.  Oh god no -- Quixote scrambled wildly to his feet and over to rescue the poor kid, suddenly wishing that he really had stayed right up next to the den entry.

It didn't take much more than hooking his nose under one of the tines and giving barely a nod of his head to fling the antler a few feet away.  Quixote didn't really see where it landed, his nose was pointed back to Owen quick enough, poking and prodding to make sure that the boy was uninjured.  Though he was trying to calm his son, Quixote was pretty well wound up as well, Hey, hey, you're okay I think.  Just gotta be a little more careful..

Maaayybe he should have waited until they were older to hand over the antler.  It had seemed like such a good idea, but maybe he was just incredibly stupid.  Ugh.  Stupid, stupid...
September 17, 2018, 02:21 AM
Owen
Redhawks
Pup
         Owen froze, and squeaked in uncertainty—the only part of him that moved was his big blurry eyes that tracked the arc of the antler as it went flying up, up, up and away, far out of his sight... He turned his bewildered eyes toward his father as Quixote poked and prodded at him with the selfsame big wet black nose that had sent the recalcitrant bony structure off somewhere into the heavens. Owen was in awe. The pup hadn't been able to get any leverage or focus to get that antler moved at all. This big black intruder must be some sort of, of superhero, as it turned out! Owen whimpered uncertainly, just a little, but there was in fact not a scratch on him and obviously this big black beast was going to work to protect him from the things in the world that decided to harm him.

         Thusly, after a moment Owen began to squirm about, rolling himself over onto first his side and then his belly in the dust with some difficulty. He wriggled his muzzle first one way, then another, and then thrust it forward with curiosity intermingled with some remaining hesitance. He sniffed at his father to see if the bony antlerbeast had managed to get a bite in on the big bloke with fur the color of the darkest night skies, or if he had somehow miraculously escaped unscathed. Owen even grew so bold as to clumsily paw at him a time or two, to double-check the evidence of his eyes. That tricksy antler had snuck up on and trapped him so unexpectedly. How the heck had his father managed to outfox it?! Owen made an interrogative noise and opened his mouth wide as he tried to lever himself up using his father's nose as a ramp, all the better to get a really good look at him and figure out how the adult may have accomplished all of this. And if there were any more sneaksome thingamajigs about that his father might have spotted that had it in for innocent little puppies, for that matter. No more antlers about, right dad? No lurking tree branches, no screaming fluttering featherthings, no triptastic pointy rocks, no muddily slapping den corners tiptoeing up behind him...? Owen stared as deep and hard as he could into Quixote's luminous green eyes to try and make sure the more-alert elder did not espy anysuch terrible dangers.
October 20, 2018, 07:16 PM
Quixote
Redhawks
Alpha
Y ur posts so long, sorry mine's short? XD I can write more if you nag me I guess

Owen was a weird one, but then again for all Quixote knew, the boy was 100% normal and there was nothing goofy at all about his behavior.  Quixote was watching, waiting, and pretty much as silent as his son for now.  He waited for Owen to right himself but when it seemed to become obvious that Owen was just gonna stare more at him.

He finally spoke quietly, You're ok, right?  He slightly tipped his nose to bump Owen slightly.  Obviously since the antler was nothing more than an inanimate object, he'd ignored it.
October 30, 2018, 03:49 AM
Owen
Redhawks
Pup
         No further lurking dangers were present in those green eyes so much larger than his own, no matter how long and deep Owen's own gaze burrowed into them. The pup sighed deeply, deflating in relief and starting to slide his ivory paws back down onto the ground. Then he loosed a little Eep! as he was gently nudged, and bumped the rest of the way down rather more abruptly than planned, landing on his rump with a soft thud and a small hiccup of surprise. Owen crossed his eyes in surprise and took a moment to check in with himself internally, to make sure he was in fact okay—with a craned look around at the ground below him eventually, to make sure it didn't intend on rising up to bite at him next, as Owen kept one paw reached out to his father's nose to delicately brace himself upon at that awkward angle. The problem was that although his concern relaxed and loosed its grip upon him, his newfound hiccups did not. First one, and then another came, which the hesitantly nodding Owen seemed to find a little disconcerting, from his dismayed expression.

         That expression shifted even more quickly right back to heightened alarm however as he spotted the creature lurking there on its mismatched long spindly white legs. Right there! Standing quietly in the dirt directly behind Quixote, oh no! It hadn't disappeared or run off after all, only regrouped to craftily sneak back around and catch them by surprise. Good thing Owen was on the job. He loosed his best yowling howlbark to alert Quixote and any passers-by of the danger. The long, drawn-out noise was interrupted repeatedly however by his continued small hiccups. Raaugh— hic— raaugh— hic— raugh! He couldn't quite seem to get his siren going, here. Waaah ou-ou-ooouuuuuh! he yelled at last, for good measure, though his ears and pose were already broadcasting - Alarm-panic watch-out-watch-out! - in rapidfire pell-mell fashion in ptero. His articulation was not in any way improved by the continued intervening hic! hic!s. He made sure though to keep his father solidly between himself and that dastardly antlerbeast. If it decided to spring for the attack again, here, then Quixote could take care of it once more, and instead Owen would book it.