Redhawk Caldera The Way We Weren't

Little light cut through the clouds and falling snow, but eventually it woke him.  He'd been roaming around late into the night and instead of finding his way back to a den, he nestled himself at the base of a large tree for a nap.

Since returning from the war, he'd kept himself pretty low key until wounds healed and he felt a little bit less lame.  For being a guy that was used to fighting, he was sure a wimp when it came to how he felt afterwards.  Still-unclear details due to not-done-yet threads aside, by now, things were (probably) pretty much back to normal unless he did something dumb and strained a scar too much.  Nothing exciting.

Quixote yawned, dragging himself to his feet.  Stretch.  Another yawn.  Was it noon already?  Maybe?  Probably.  He wasn't the best when it came to figuring the exact time on cloudy days.  He was down sort of near the borders and had been making a loop around them, not expecting to find much, but he had been wondering if anyone new was gonna show their faces one of these times.  Unless he somehow scared them away by existing.

With the war (hopefully) out of the way now, it'd given him time to think about other, much more mundane things.  He'd actually been kind of wishing there were a few more women around -- it was that time of year wasn't it too?  From Quixote's perspective, it's not like the options here were great.  Of the ones he knew?  Finley was obviously not available, and he wasn't sure Towhee was ever on the list of potentials just due to her age, but her now being alpha probably made it even less likely.  He possibly met Raven after everyone got back and needed wounds tended, but even if so, they hadn't had enough of a conversation for anything to really count.. And others that were actually adults?  Wait, what were their names? Then again, maybe he just spent too much time sitting in a cave being a hermit.

There was an idea.  He and @Colt could go off wandering around seeing what possible lone wolves were around, be eachother's wingman, maybe find some chicks.  Unless Colt was into dudes or something, and then they could be equal opportunity recruiters, whatever.  As long as he got to be dumb and not stress out that they were all gonna die, he'd be quite happy for the time being.