Redhawk Caldera DNA Mad Scientist

No, my own initiative.  He thought he'd been doing okay for a complete and utter novice at it.  

And then came part of the reason that even though he trusted leadership, it was only to a point.  There was always going to be some time when the curtain would be pulled back and there'd a decision he didn't agree with at all, something that reminded him that the world always seemed to think of him as worth less.  That fate would never really allow him to be how he imagined normal to be.  It would always stoke the anarchic embers just at the last minute, to keep it always glowing in the back of his mind.  Quixote started to say something but stopped with a slight shake of his head.

Though at this point in the year his chance of having his own family by summer was basically nil, he was hoping to plan for next.  Now even with almost a year before that date, it seemed questionable again.  He should have just kept his escapades to himself.  Why had he believed that she'd agree with him?  Sure, it was selfishly motivated, but...  In the end it would have been good for the pack, right?  Their numbers had fallen since the war, after all.  There was no question he was displeased to hear her response, but he kept himself in check, even as part of his mind sneered about him overstepping his bounds.

Towhee wasn't a friend, just a leader.  He'd be a good little soldier, but would watch his tongue in the future.  But Blackfeather back?  Just what the world needed to further dampen his spirits. Yeah I'll be around.  Just lemme know.  Just what they needed, another potential war.  When he thought things were looking up, it had to come crashing down again.  He was definitely ready to go, bowing his head before heading off.  He had things to sulk about -- plans to make about burning bridges when he crossed them.