Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

The real challenge to him was how much detail to get into.  There was that line between shareable information that didn't matter so much, and then there was that which.. Eh.  Quixote wasn't sure if he wanted to share?  Could share?  Perhaps he was a little paranoid.  It wouldn't be too much of a stretch.

I get that though.  If you've had a lot of troubles recently... A break would be nice.  He was saying that from experience.  Stopping here was supposed to be a break.  There'd been a few bumps, but now didn't seem as bad.  There was quite a bit of drama in my past.  Drama.  Now there was an euphemism for ya, And here, a little here earlier in the season...  But I think it's settled now?  Hasn't been more trouble as far as I know.  Ignoring the fact he was pointedly avoiding a certain radius around Blackfeather.

As I've said, my pack's been around for a while... So as far as that goes, it's stable.  I'm the oddball there -- I think just about everyone else is sorta one big family.  Like literally, via blood or adoption.  I don't think they're going anywhere soon.  Okay, there was Sebastian, but didn't he have a kid?  Ug, that meeting was so long ago he wasn't even sure any more what people said.  Either way, he was still the weird one.  And a few of us are pretty reasonable in a squabble, if that's the concern.  If you joined up, stuck around -- make yourself part of the family or whatever -- any of us would have your back. A slight shift in tone to be more playful and less serious, But watch out, some of them are quite the characters.  He hadn't had the pleasure of seeing how Colt tried to woo ladies but she'd be one that was "safe" by not being a blood relation.  One of these days, Quixote would find out if Colt lived up to his hype.  So far, not yet.  Then there was Towhee, but she was a different issue.

The comment about her profession made him wonder.  If it had just been that context, he'd maybe think she meant some kind of hunting specialist since she was a little ragged around the edges.  It didn't quite seem to fit (but was still reasonably plausible).  So with wanting safety, maybe a fighter of some kind?  Eh.  He wasn't going to press the issue unless she seemed really interested.  He was fishing a bit.  There was always more information to share if she didn't want to keep wandering -- or it could always wait until she exhausted her other options and came back.  Picking a pack wasn't necessarily a decision to make lightly.