Heron Lake Plateau Bad company

Apparently there were limits to Quixote's liking of pups.  Maybe it was because they weren't actually truly pups any more, but his patience had outright snapped.  Towhee had vouched for those (if not physically, then surely mentally still) children, and they'd poured gasoline on a fire!  Why had he believed her?  Why did he bother?  He wanted to kick the snot out of that little punk but who knows, given the fight it's very well that could have already happened courtesy of one of their opponents.  He wasn't going to act on it anyway.  Happily, someone else was in charge of the hellions.

He'd done his best to avoid the fight, both via diplomacy and outright trying to get away from a conflict he had clearly decided wasn't his.  Hell, was this even his pack any more?  They'd gone from a mediocre situation to now this disaster after a maybe questionable decision to move and an ill-advised approach to dealing with conflict.  He was utterly unimpressed with everything, boiling inside and wondering whether he should just state his dissent and go elsewhere, even though he had no idea where that might be.

His prowling about like a caged animal was thus interrupted by Colt, who was a much more welcome sight than Quixote's own mind, Hey.  Yeah.  Sure.  There was no hiding what kind of mood he was in from those clipped words. He didn't even know the reason, but if it was just about anything regarding that.. whatever that was, Quixote was likely along for the ride.  There was just so much wrong about it that he'd back up anyone speaking against it.  Colt being his friend was just a bonus -- at least then he had someone to stand by if leadership as a whole failed to live up to expectations again.