Blackfeather Woods Do they always walk away from dead bodies?

He'd been snoozing away quite innocently and didn't wake to the sound of the hawk's cries overhead.  Why would he?  Quixote was a wolf and hawks were just another of the critters that would go after kills once the canines had their fill.  It was only when there was a sharp yank on his tail that Quixote snorted and came to consciousness.  Kind of.  HEY-- oh. It was a bird, not Colt. How weird. I'm not dead, sorry.  Flop.  His head went back down.

There were a few light steps in the snow.  A pause.  SCREEE!

Quixote just about jumped out of his pelt, startling his feathered companion pretty well in the process, who'd flapped backwards about a stride length and landed awkwardly, wings askew.  Aaaugh! What the--- Oh.  ... Towhee?  With his brain now done processing the excessive volume, he could smell her scent clinging to the bird.  X ruffled his feathers, then lowered his head slightly, giving Quixote a stare that quite obviously questioned his intelligence and powers of observation.  It was as close to saying 'duh' as he could. Then the raptor took to the skies, circling over head with another screech before heading off away from the territory.

Quixote followed.  He didn't know what else to do, but he was pretty sure that the bird probably wouldn't bug him unless Towhee was in danger or something.  Maybe?  Who the hell knew. Maybe X was just bored as hell and wanted to screw with the wolves.  He had to go at a fairly good clip to keep up with the bird, but once the forest was vaguely on the horizon, it gained a new sense of urgency, his own as-the-bird-flew path meeting with the alpha's scent trail.  What had happened?

Apparently not too much, yet.  Colt was there too, but they were just standing around.  A wolf was at the edge of the forest.  So it wasn't abandoned any longer.  Well.  Hell.  His pace slowed from a sprint to a determined walk that would carry him up into Towhee's peripheral vision.  Assuming Colt looked over to Quixote at his arrival, he'd respond with a sideways-flicked ear.

Why hadn't the Blackfeathers just stayed gone?  He'd missed enough what the white wolf said that Quixote was going to look to his pack mates to give him a bit of guidance of what little he'd missed.  It didn't seem like a new war quite yet?  Someone should make sure it stayed that way.