Redhawk Caldera DNA Mad Scientist

Either way, that revelation about Towhee not wanting a family might trouble the probably-not-serious plans he'd discussed with Colt.  Obviously this truly vital information would have to be brought to the table next time they were having their venting/gossiping/whatevering conversations.  It was probably about time Quixote checked in again with him -- maybe it was time for the two bachelors to go get in to trouble recruiting finally.

And there was the den.  With the way he moved forward a few extra steps to drop the hare carefully within a reasonable radius of the den entrance then quickly retreated, perhaps he was expecting Finley to suddenly dart out and attack him like a moray eel or something.  With his ears flicked back and his whole body held slightly lower than normal, it was probably more than a little obvious that he was maybe possibly a little bit wary and keen to put a bit more distance between himself and the den.  Quixote was definitely not without baggage, and also wasn't just going to drop his previous worries without being more than sure they weren't going to come true.  He preferred to keep all his limbs whole and his pelt no more ruffled than it already was, thank you very much.  

This did mean he was able to talk again, though.  Not that she'd notice, he spoke at just above a whisper in reply, taking full advantage of the fact that volume didn't matter to Towhee, I haven't even run into last year's batch, really.  Towhee was the youngest wolf in the pack he knew, unless he was just really bad at telling ages -- he'd seen them vaguely in passing or at a distance, at the meeting.  Hell, they didn't look too much like pups any more at this point.  Quixote had also been in sort of an odd way since the war had concluded, not sure what to do with himself, so seeming kind of like a weirdo probably hadn't helped win anyone over since he stopped being a hobbit. Do they just not like strangers or am I just unlucky? Or lucky?  He tried to be humorous but it seemed a little forced, likely because he was a little too tightly wound at the moment.