Redhawk Caldera Dota 3 with zombies

Colt knew that the male he'd run into - Quixote, yes? - had come here to dwell, but he hadn't really sought him out yet.  There was a lot of catching up for the uncle to do, and he had a hard enough time wrapping it, let alone connecting with a one time encounter, much as he'd like the gent.  But now, when he spotted the familiar form stretching in the snow, he grinned and headed that way.

"Long time no see," he hailed as he came up, both in greeting and to notify him he was there.  "Decided to chance it after all, I see?"  He hadn't made the most sterling of commendations about his sister's pack, but he was glad Quixote hadn't dismissed it after all.  It was good to see a friendly face.