Golden Glade Can I put a tree down, then put Greg on the tree like some 2019 Jesus

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The whole thing so far was a bleary smear of activity to his sleep-deprived brain.  Even with more leaders, it still seemed like there were roughly a billion things to do.  Between trying to nail down the borders, help @Raven find a den and all the associated pre-pup nonsense, hunting for the family, trying to get familiar with the territory, help build caches.. The whole nine yards and then some.  

He'd done his best to check in with @Owen, @Phoebe and Vasa but considering he wasn't the type to try to try to drag out their deeper feelings, chances are these were brief encounters to ensure they were doing okay and he was off quick again to get something else done.  And he should go look to see if he could find Kite since it was clear she did seem to be gone by the time of the move.  But so much needed to be done -- the timing was awful.  If he crossed paths with @Liffey or @Rannoch, it probably was along the borders, and probably pretty brief -- or at the very least he wasn't the chattiest wolf around, just too much on his mind.  For the Liffnoch kids or Rye?  Unless they went out of their way to hunt him down, he was probably more like a ghostly shadow that lurked around and made things happen.

Because to a point, Quixote was pretty solitary by nature.  Sure, he could drag along someone else on his duties and adventures but for the most part he felt like it was always faster if he was on his own.  Maybe he was wrong.  But either way, he definitely tended to burn the candle at both ends, so as a dreary day shifted slowly towards being rainy, it was particularly unsurprising that he was yet again wandering towards the borders.  It was a bit of a walk still, but that was his goal.  A bit of a patrol, then a hunt, then he'd go find his mate and see how she was doing.  By then?  He'd probably pass out.

As Quixote headed for the borders, a small golden-furred shadow trailed after him. The air was muggy and she could feel the dampness settling into her coat, but Wisteria rarely ever heeded the weather. She was an intelligent wolf, to be sure, but not for that sort of thing. She only really recognized rain before it fell when there was thunder to give it away. Now was no exception. She would be disgruntled if she was caught out in a downpour, but Quixote's swaying backside was much too interesting for her to pay even the slightest bit of attention to the sky.

To clarify: she liked his ass. It was a nice one, and she so rarely took an interest in anyone that Quixote having a nice enough rump for her to not only notice, but feel compelled to follow it around, was remarkable.

It had been such a long time since Wisteria could put aside base concerns like finding her next meal or watching her back to do something pointless like this. There was no purpose to following Quixote besides liking what she saw; as a yearling, she was prone to this sort of sudden interest. She had a cover story ready, of course. If he turned around and asked her what her problem was, she would simply claim to be patrolling as well. But if she was lucky, he wouldn't notice her and she would be able to coast along in his wake, watching him and his glorious derrière at work.

Heading to the borders, he was paying only minimal attention, to be honest.  At this point, the pack should be pretty obvious to strangers (right?) that they shouldn't be appearing past the borders (even if they still did in a few places).  So the only reason that he noticed her was because he suddenly veered off the path as a very fresh scent of deer drew his attention.  Then suddenly the gold youth was within his field of vision -- and she stood out pretty quickly against the springtime green.

His head whipped around to focus on the light colored blur and he paused.  Oh. That was uh.  Well.  She was one of the kids that Rannoch and Liffey dragged along.  He at least visually remembered her, but namewise?  Hopefully he'd remember but his braincells were trying to wander off elsewhere at the moment.  Oh hey.  Sorry, did you need something?  He wouldn't be surprised if she'd said something subtle to get his attention and he'd just totally zoned out.