Heron Lake Plateau dope

Quixote wasn't the type to announce he was showing up to meet folks.  They either could wait or they could wander off and honestly, if they got impatient he didn't really care.  Niamh apparently was the sort to answer and she sounded a lot closer than he was.  He still wasn't entirely sure what he thought of strangers...  He'd been one of them, Screech was no longer a threat, but the pups had arrived, and now there were a few spares elsewhere in the territory?  Ugh.  It was one of the things that Quixote definitely disagreed with Raven on -- while she leaned all caring and maternal, he was wary that the choice to let that family in would somehow cause problems for theirs.

Thankfully, there wasn't another brood waiting at the borders this time.  Instead when he slowed from a trot to a walk, it was Niamh (as expected), some grey and white-splotched woman, and Tegan.  Damn, these Blackthorns had way better luck recruiting people than he ever did.  Either way, he approached casual but confident, as always.  So, who've you got here?  Quixote looked between the three of them.  Heck, he'd take answers from anyone, just go ahead and answer.  If Tegan had gone and brought her over from some random no-wolf's land, then he'd probably done sort of an initial interview to make sure she wasn't secretly a serial killer or something.