Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

As curious as he was if Blackfeather Woods was still empty, Quixote also kind of didn't want to know.  He wanted to be ignorant a while longer so he could enjoy not worrying.  Not worrying was nice.  He had a few other ideas in the back of his mind that he almost wanted to try, but they seemed really, really unlikely to happen.  But still...

Either way, his path reflected his desire to not know more, and he headed almost straight north out of the Caldera for his investigating today.  The terrain changed several times, and now he was wandering through a lumpy, frosty landscape, where he was pretty sure that much of the said lumps were bushes of various kinds.  Not being too into investigating plants this morning, he was spending more of his time just wandering around along the game paths that were carved into the snow and earth.  It seemed like a place he'd have to check out when it was not covered in snow, might be nice.  Unfortunately for him, the thaw still seemed like eons away, and the promising warmer weather had ended in more snow.

So who would he run into today?