Blackfeather Woods you must know life to see decay.

I'm assuming all BFW wolves are gone now, including Potema? LMK if I'm wrong.

Quixote's steps were quick as he wormed his way back through the woods to where the fight had taken place, but it wasn't as fast as he ideally could have gone -- he didn't want to get lost and run into a fresh and ready to fight Blackfeather who'd avoided any battles thus far.  High on adrenaline, he couldn't feel any pain from the gash on his muzzle, but the trickle of blood felt strange enough that his tongue kept lashing out to sweep across it as he jogged back.

By the time he popped back into the slightly clear patch where he'd left his packmates, it looked like things had pretty much wrapped up, a final wolf disappearing into the forest.  Was that it?  He'd missed whatever final volleys had brought the fight to an end and they seemed to be left the victors?  Including the kid who wasn't really a kid but Quixote couldn't help but think of him as one just due to his actions.

He stepped forward, ears alert, tail lashing once before pausing stiffly behind him as he stared down the spot he'd last seen them.  A quick flick of his gaze went to Finley, questioning if they were to chase or to just return to treat their wounds.  From what he could see, the group of them could go another round easily, but everyone had a few extra holes in their pelts that hadn't been there before. His weight shifted uneasily from side to side, as if he was keen to chase another if his metaphorical leash was released.