Grouse Thicket Obsess less beetle buds

:eyes:  No huge rush!

He was pretty sure that if they'd been through this area before, the place ahead of him wasn't so... Well, 'ugh' looking.  Quixote had already been north and had run smack into another kind of swampy lowland and he was feeling very much trapped here at the far northeastern edge of the thicket.  He'd spent a bit of each of the last few days radiating out from the plateau in search of some sign of Colt, but each time, any scents he found were old and his calls had gone unanswered.  He was running out of directions to check, and it was entirely possible that the now-lone had headed back into more populated areas.  At that point, Quixote didn't know if he'd be able to drag the guy back here easily at all -- he wasn't sure if as an alpha he'd be able to go on such a long quest.  Though, probably better now than in a few months.

At least Towhee seemed to be not.. completely infuriated at the idea of Colt's return.  Not happy, sure, but at least from their chat, it seemed like she'd just deal with it and then hopefully the two wouldn't butt heads as much this time around.  Speaking to her had helped clear the new alpha's head a bit as well, and though he still had no real clue what he was doing, Quixote hoped that by trying to get Colt back into the fold, things could return to a sort of status quo that vaguely resembled the status of things before everything exploded.  He could dream.

Anyway, here he was at the point where three or four territories all collided, uncertain how to progress, so once again Quixote tipped his head upwards and called for @Colt.  Maybe the relatively good turn of weather would be some kind of metaphor for how the whole thing would go.  Or not, it could just be a false sense of security and honestly he wouldn't put it beyond whatever fates there were to just go and screw with things.  Hell, at least if Colt did show up, he could finally clarify the stuff he had wanted to say with the Finwood kids around.