Redhawk Caldera DNA Mad Scientist

Quixote attempted to smirk around the rabbit.  Only kinda awkward.  It seemed like he wasn't the only one who was a little more goofy with less stress on the table.  Then again, when she'd tried to force feed him her foot, that had kind of broken the ice a bit as well.  He could almost forget that she was the alpha now -- ok not really, since not only was he mildly paranoid, and she just mentioned it.  Either way, he certainly wouldn't mind staying in leadership's good graces.

Pups though.  He shook his head, but the way he did seemed uncertain or perhaps just complicated or something?  An ear tilted sideways slightly. There was only so much that could be said while walking along carrying a hare, and it seemed rather like he'd have had more than a couple of words to say about it.  Then again it was also one of those subjects where he'd often hide behind what he expected an average bro to be like rather than say something that might make him seem like a nice person.  It was probably stupid and pointless in the end, but it kept him from having to face things where he was only 75% sure he knew what he actually wanted and didn't want to be wrong.

He'd also probably be a pretty bad poker player.