Redhawk Caldera The Way We Weren't

Speak of the devil, there he was.  Perhaps it wasn't that surprising -- there were only a few members of the pack thus far that had crossed paths with him on a regular basis.  Some time after this he'd have to try to maybe befriend some of them now that the war was hopefully over.  Maybe later in the season.  Oh hey.  We're both alive, looks like, so did you come for the party?  His tail wagged as he continued, Or did you get too beat up to help decorate?  Quixote was pretty much just making things up on the fly, he had no idea what he'd do for decorating anything.  The only thing he could think of would be putting fallen pinecones back in trees.  Or maybe feathers or something, but he didn't have a stockpile of either.

From his earlier thoughts, he had a great quip for what to say next, but wanted to give Colt a moment to get a word in too.  He shifted his weight around a little, almost anxious about it.  The only thing worse than waiting the.. maybe 30 seconds required would be if Colt stole his snark about the current pack's gender ratio.