Heron Lake Plateau Discussing conspiracies and prison facilities

A patch of grass parted into a small square of clear mud, where a hoofed track lay perfectly centered in the gap.  So, there were deer around, he just hadn't run across 'em.  He tilted his head, wondering what the track was trying to tell him beyond the obvious.  Seemed a little old, maybe from last night or something.  But where did it go?

While he was thinking, Eljay called out.  Honestly, Quixote had almost forgotten Eljay existed -- it wasn't his job (until recently) to remember every wolf in the pack, so he'd put no extra effort into remembering those that might be avoiding him.  In the heat of the fight, Quixote had considered the guy a kid, but now, without that context it was clear that they were basically the same age, give or take, which just seemed... Weird. They were obviously very different wolves.

Either way, between his own vague memories and Eljay's submission, he was easily no threat and no expected trouble.  Quixote was a fairly casual sort -- partially because of his lack of knowing what kind of alpha he actually was -- and so his posture wasn't particularly overbearing but he was alert, his head raised fairly high as he looked Eljay's way, Hey.  Been a while.  Yeah, Quixote was just so good at conversations.  He didn't know if they really had anything in common other than existing in the same pack and being at the same fight.  So what else could he say?  Just be like, 'Yo, sup?' or something?  Uhhh.  Maybe.  Up to anything?