Blackfeather Woods Do they always walk away from dead bodies?

Towhee already seemed ready to leave, which was kind of irritating that he'd ran all the way over here and now they were just gonna go all the way back.  What a waste of his time.  Given the scenario, he wasn't about to show that, though, keeping coolly neutral as it was the safest stance in this sort of scenario.

Quixote snorted at the white wolf's response to Colt.  So?  Didn't every pack that had existed for any length of time have those that had been born and died on the lands they inhabited?  It didn't make Blackfeather special -- the only thing that had was that apparently they were the aggressor in the local politics and Quixote had shown up to help end that nonsense.  He looked between Towhee, the Blackfeather and back.  He couldn't talk to that guy while being in a position where she could see what he was saying -- or maybe she could, honestly he was just making a vague guesstimation which could be wrong.  An annoyed tilt of the ear at that, but he did eventually turn to call out at the assumed alpha.  You and every other pack.  The real question is has anything changed?  To a certain point he doubted it, but the fact they hadn't been met with fangs, even at this distance, nagged at him.  What if they had?

Quixote did kind of wish he'd been the one to show up and make the discovery on his own.  But then, given his luck they'd have ripped him to bits instead.  What would Towhee have thought if he'd gone and made a truce behind her back?  Quixote would have to consider it, but he wasn't going to get a chance to do so in the short term.  Rash decisions would be made before he'd found the guts to be political.  However, in the present, he kept an eye on his alpha -- he wanted to know what that other guy would say in response but he also wasn't going to be left too far behind if she scrammed right this instant.