Heron Lake Plateau under stars

At least Fire had gone and repeated what he'd probably missed, as they weren't even the last of the arrivals, as Eljay had shown up as well. There were a couple of times he looked like he'd been about to say something to her, but he kept getting distracted by Owen flailing about next to him.  Kids were kind of distracting and Owen being there was pretty much keeping Quixote's attention stapled earthwards.

There were times like this where Quixote wished the pack was smaller, where there weren't so many extended family members on his mate's side of things.  And yet here was his son drawing in how many of them while Quixote himself felt quite distanced from all of them.  Hell, he still sometimes thought Owen hated him for no reason, but at least that seemed like it was maybe starting to fade.  Then again, he wasn't the easiest wolf to get to know.

If he could catch Towhee's eye, he'd mouth, 'He doesn't like sleeping.'  Though Quixote had gotten a vague understanding of some of the ptero basics from just lumping together enough context that eventually he got the gist of it, he wasn't good at actually using it.  His brain just didn't hook the motions and words together fast enough on his end -- it was far easier and faster for him to just talk.

That was about when Fire and Owen directed everyone skywards again but Quixote had missed it again.  But there were more to come, right?  Then again, to Owen assuring him, Yeah, you saw it?  Keep watching!