Redhawk Caldera The Way We Weren't

Colt nodded, excited for a coming excuse to go outside and wander around a bit again.  He was happy he'd made the decision to settle here, definitely; despite other encounters, he'd made a few friends and was enjoying playing uncle. But he was ready to see new faces, even if nothing came of it.  Ready to move on.

He snorted at the ridiculous notion Quixote put forth, shaking his head.  "I am not howling for a bird.  They can sort it out if they don't."  The bird shoulda been food.  He'd tolerate it, but he wasn't about to start talking to it.  "We have a leader who can't even communicate with the pack.  I know I told you my sis was crazy when we met, but now I'm wondering if it's worse than I thought.  What the fuck kinda bright idea was this?"  Sure, he had his own issues with Towhee... but he was right, wasn't he?