Heron Lake Plateau Tyrants and kings both meet the same fate, strung up at your city gate

Fortunately for both of them, Towhee couldn't hear the sharpness in Quixote's voice whatsoever, so she remained oblivious to how he'd totally misconstrued her statement. "Me neither," she replied, tail still waving, "but she doubts herself. I practically had to strong-arm her into accepting the fact that she was worthy of the role." She wondered if Raven had mentioned that part to him. Well, her sister had already gone and proven her right, so what did it matter now? "I think she's going to be an amazing Alpha, a true matriarch." Especially when the pups came...

"How're you feeling about parenthood, by the way?" Towhee wondered. They'd established that he intended to stick around for mother and babies but she was curious how Quixote felt about impending fatherhood. She remembered his impatience with her younger siblings. And hadn't he claimed no experience with pups? Oh boy.