Heron Lake Plateau If we pass in the night then just hand me a light

Quixote had been off doing a patrol, so it wasn't exactly surprising that his arrival on the scene wasn't the most prompt thing ever.  Colt had made a pretty stealthy entry (at least when it came to just walking on through instead of howling) so it was only by chance that Quixote had come across the scent trail  when it was still pretty fresh.  Unsurprisingly, he went to investigate.

Given the time that had passed, he was pretty sure that when he found Colt at the end it wasn't going to be some kind of announcement of his glorious homecoming.  He could hope, but Quixote was certainly more of a realist and he was pretty sure that Colt wasn't gonna want to stick around as long as Niamh was here.  Seriously, that bunch of youths was gonna end up being a giant pain, weren't they?

Either way, it was pretty obvious that Colt and Finley were pretty far into conversation, and with Eljay hanging around too it started to feel more like some other family thing he maybe shouldn't step in on.  He paused a comfortable distance away, ears tipped forward, looking for some sort of sign it was ok to intrude, else he'd maybe just wait.  It wasn't like anything else exciting was going on today.