Heron Lake Plateau under stars

Quixote hadn't been sleeping yet, but things had definitely settled down for the evening and at a certain point just simply not waking the kids was a simple enough goal.  Too bad not everyone got the memo.  Oh well.  Owen had been woken up and after a moment curiosity had apparently gotten the better of the pup as he disappeared into the early evening.  It was easier at the moment for Quixote to be the one to follow his son and make sure he didn't get into trouble, so he did so.  He lagged a bit behind just so he could watch what Owen would do, giving him enough space to make his own decisions as long as he like... didn't walk off a cliff or something.

Soon enough, the wolves that had gathered came into view -- a pretty good sized group too.  Sorry, we're a little late I guess.  Fashionably late, yeah?  The alpha had totally missed the streak in the sky that Owen had spotted, and just continued on to sit near the others, greeting them with a dip of his head and a faint smile.  Hopefully his own calmness would be enough to make Owen chill out a little -- was it too many people, maybe?  Dunno.  Quixote was here mostly because he didn't want Owen to be unescorted while ambling about in the darkness, but that didn't mean he wasn't curious, though he wasn't gonna go and ask for a repeat of what might have already been said, opting for the "just wait and see what happens" option.