Heron Lake Plateau Ka-tet.

Quixote had just been off nabbing a bit of food from the cache.  Earlier in the day he'd told Raven he'd go grab something for them to share once he did a bit of a patrol, and now was that time.  He was heading back with a nearly whole deer leg clamped in his jaws.  It certainly looked stupid, but it was more than enough for them to share -- just as long as their swarm of kids were off doing independent things as they'd taken to doing more often.  It was probably a good thing, given they were approaching the time they'd be kicked into the adult ranks.  Vasa was probably the most free-spirited of the bunch, but considering she also had a penchant for coming back and seemingly trying to be as obnoxious as possible...

Qui did spot Towhee maybe heading the same way he was, but their paths weren't totally aligned.  He looked her way for a few seconds, wagged his tail, then went back to making sure he didn't trip over something stupid.  The leg kind of was screwing with some of his peripheral vision.  He didn't think much of her heading that way; people wanted to talk to Raven all the time.  Never him, really, and it was something he'd long ago came to accept.  He just really wasn't that appealing to have a conversation with and that probably wasn't going to change unless he got sent to some kind of reform school.  But hell, he did his job, so whatever. Deal with it or something.

Anyhoo, he was just walking along back to their thicket.  He'd be there before Towhee, but not by too much unless she told him to stop.