Golden Glade Home on the Remains

Quixote, he started, shifting his weight, taking one paw off the bird and folding it beneath him. It was only polite to answer questions... Well, ones that aren't obnoxious at least. From the east.  Northeast?  Thereabouts. Either way, many days' walk.  Lots of family in the pack.  Large group.  He was leaving out other details, obviously, like how they acted, but figured for the most part it probably covered the majority of what anyone was curious about, and unless someone was planning on wandering back there, he figured it was unimportant to be more specific.  He was no longer a member, he left, and now he was here.

Quixote tipped his head slightly towards the other wolf, Tell me of yours.  Well, that wasn't much of a polite question.  Quixote was just not exactly one for little social niceties.  His tone wasn't desperate or anything either, just an equal bit of even-toned curiosity.  Delight didn't have to worry about Quixote following him home... Yet, at least.  He did need to figure out his options, after all, and time wasn't going to do him any favors.