Redhawk Caldera Misplaced hours

He nodded.  It was good to actually get a name to  I think I remember seeing you at that one meeting and stuff too.  I showed up pretty late to that -- was halfway to Blackfeather for some scouting when the howl went out.  Would have been a nice time to figure out names then.  He hadn't run into any of the pups of the pack either, which he wasn't sure if that was odd or not -- they could just be well trained to keep away from non-relatives, or he just could have been unlucky (or lucky?) so far.

Eh.  Left my home pack because it was basically just endless fighting.  Like every pack in the area was endlessly pissed off at all the others for hell if I know what reasons.  Dumb stuff.  He shook his head.  He was just hoping it wouldn't happen here as well.  Was scoping out packs in the area, heard a little of the war from someone else, then ran into Colt who was gonna head here.  Ended up following. Quixote shrugged, tone darkening as he mused, slightly to himself, Not quite sure why I walked into another war...  But now hopefully it was over.  It was a dumb choice, but other than that, things hadn't gone horribly wrong to make him reconsider the few other good points though.  He had friends, a home...  Sure, he could do with a few other shiny things on the pile, but he wasn't gonna be able to pull those out of the air no matter what.  He'd just have to give fate a bit of time to work things out.