Heron Lake Plateau You're all cops

The one that showed up wasn't a familiar face.  That narrowed things down quite a bit -- just about everyone had been in the pack for forever or was someone he'd accepted unless he was totally forgetting someone else, which was possible.

He interpreted the question as just an abundance of caution -- or perhaps also being kind of bad at names like himself, it wasn't like Qui was named Bob -- so he was casually amused but not too much beyond a faint tug at his lips.  He figured that his rank would be obvious -- he certainly patrolled enough to make the borders smell like him, even if a lot of the time recently had ended up being solo jaunts or dragging along one of his kids.  Yeah, he should kind of fix that whole being off on his own thing -- again, back to the whole idea of scheduling another hunt.

Either way, he was a fairly casual dude, Quixote.  I know you by scent, not name I'm afraid, so you are...?  Sorry we hadn't crossed paths before now, it's been a weird season.  What he did know was that which could be figured out from scents from however long ago: that this guy had been welcomed into the territory, so he wasn't too concerned.  Just the whole limited conversations between himself and Towhee hadn't helped.  At least she probably erred on the side of turning people away.  Either way, figure out a few details, then he could figure out if it was back to patrols or onward to hunts or what...  First thing's first.