Heron Lake Plateau the way the hunter

So we're just gonna say no matter what happened in that other thread, Quixote still existed and probably hadn't ragequit his rank or something, everything else might be slightly up in the air.  Or if everything explodes, then some timey-wimey stuff happened and well, so it goes.

Anyway, Quixote was out on one of his patrols and wasn't too far when the howl was heard, so he set off that way to see who it was.  He really hadn't done too much recruiting lately, and wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, but if people still kept randomly showing up at the borders, maybe it wasn't necessary.  Of course, now that he thought that, it probably wouldn't be someone wanting to join, but some messenger wanting to talk about an alliance or something.  Go figure.

But there was someone waiting there, and he was first on the scene.  Wait, was that another Blackthorn?  It could just be coincidence but thus far he hadn't run into someone who just had a stripe by chance.  Whatever.  He'd figure it out.  He plodded on up, his stance confident but not overbearingly dominant or anything.  Qui was just his pretty casual self, but knew in these kind of things meetings he was certainly at an advantage.  Greetings.  Can I help you?