Heron Lake Plateau now i’m free from what you are

No, her actions did not strike any righteous chords with Quixote.  Maybe in a different pack, but not the one he now called home.  Honoring them by doing something that'd piss people off and get you kicked out, then dragging your children back into the unknown with you.  Uh huh, he spat. From his perspective, there were wide gaps in her logic.  If she had such a problem, why not be civilized and discuss it with the people involved?  At the very least, it'd be a first step that was low risk.  Instead, she went for the option that had a snowball's chance in hell and she was in turn now making her children pay.  If she cared about them, she wouldn't have taken the risk.  He pitied the pups, they didn't know any better, but apparently at least the one was blind to what was happening.

Quixote, too, moved forward with a not-too-kind expression to encourage her to turn and leave, You can start moving.  The other can catch up to you if you insist on both of them sharing your punishment.  Move.  He was tired of letting her linger.  If she stuck around much longer it would end up bloody -- she had been told multiple times to leave and he was tired of not being listened to.  Svalinn seemed to have made his choice as well.  He would not argue.  He would pity the boy and his blind loyalty to his mother, but it was his choice.  Wherever the girl was?  Who knew.  She'd show eventually, or she wouldn't.

It was a sure thing that ripples would be left in Caiaphas' wake, but hopefully those would settle as she put more distance between herself and the pack.  If there were problems?  Quixote trusted his actual packmates would have the guts to just talk about them, to have a rational discussion and attempt to fix it instead of jumping to the nuclear option.  You know, like he and Colt had done.  Things hadn't gone the way they were expecting but at least they tried and things worked out okay in the end -- or at least as far as he knew, they did.