Redhawk Caldera Misplaced hours

He pondered this a moment, Will be a while for fishing is a great idea, I'd think.  Wouldn't you become a wolfcicle?  He thought back to his attempts to fish with Colt at the lake to the north.  It had been kind of chilly then, but right now Quixote still considered things winter, even if the calendar disagreed.  He'd have to figure out if he wanted to learn about herbs, but he had a sneaking suspicion that he'd be rather impatient about it.  He wasn't really an academic... Like at all.  And that sounded pretty book smart to him.

Quixote wasn't entirely sure how long a wound like that would heal, especially since it had been lurking around this long already.  Just the same, Sounds good to me.  Hopefully that'll heal up nice fairly soon.  I'm probably gonna end up just wandering around and seeing who else is in the area in the meantime -- lones I mean.  I'm pretty sure membership here hasn't changed too much.  His bit of specification there was in sort of an amused tone -- if it had and there were secretly more people in the pack than he could smell, they'd have to teach him how to be a ninja, dammit.  Chicks and ninjas sounded like a good plan.