Redhawk Caldera Be like Elsa, let it go.

So something was happening.  And he kind of didn't want to go find out what.  After the discovery that Blackfeather was back, Quixote had thought about what could be done, but he wasn't ready to just go and do it himself.  Recruiting should have been the first step of many, the first to be able to pick up on some of the slack where he felt Towhee's skills had lacked.  But she'd wanted him to stop.  And then this happened.

If he'd explained himself earlier, perhaps it'd be a "told you so" sort of scenario.  But for now, it wasn't.  He trudged his way over to the den where the call originated.  There was no nervousness today, for the only thing in his mind was a sense of apathy and irritation that ruled over all.  He was one of the last to arrive, from the looks of things and took a seat off on his own.  He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, really, so he hoped exuding grumpiness would keep things that way.  Though most of the group likely had no idea what this was all about, Quixote was one of the few who likely did, and it hadn't been anything to be happy about.