Redhawk Caldera DNA Mad Scientist

Quixote nodded.  He'd follow along, partially because he also wanted to maybe ask her a few questions now that things weren't so stressful.  Mostly what he was gonna be doing now that (fingers crossed) they weren't gonna fight anyone else for a while.  He had ideas.  He'd made assumptions.  And pretty much at this point he figured it was probably a good idea to get the stamp of approval before he continued on doing whatever he wanted. To do so, he didn't mind a detour.

He did feel pretty dumb when she mentioned Finley, though.  That should have been a blatant destination for this snack, but Quixote could be a dunce at times.  His ears twitched, wishing he'd thought of that in the first place.

At the lake's edge, he set the hare down gently and also moved to take a drink.   Once done, he looked over to make sure she'd be able to read him, Sure.  I kinda know where it is, but it always seemed impolite to go confirm unless I had a reason to head over there.  Especially if the den's owner had pups.  That was a good way to die if you weren't trusted, and being the outsider of the lot, he'd rather not take his chances, despite the fact that now he was probably better off in that aspect now that the war was over.  With that, he scooped the rabbit back up and was ready to go.