He was tired. Tired of being traded and stashed as if his existence were some unbearable burden. Especially here, especially now, upon the golden shores that ripped him from where he was needed, where he was wanted! The spark of joy that sprung from his rescuers appearance quickly flickers and dies underfoot of the overly-aggressive stranger. Quixote was eager to leave, he yearned to sate the wanderlust itching in his feet. He wanted to get to know the youthful wolf Coquette called Sister and her serious, uniquely colored companion – he needed to know that Paisley really was all right, that she was safe and awaiting his return. He couldn’t lose this, not when he so close! Taika (a name learned from his dear sister) and Morrigan lowered themselves before this new arrival – and somewhere, his good sense warned him he should do the same.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t listening.

"Who am I?" The words came unbidden, brusque.

He should lower his head, lower his tail – give submission toward this ‘Eden’ that smelled undeniably of the beach-folk. Wisdom, again, fell upon the deaf ears of indignant rage.

"I am Quixote, the Dream Chaser, and before you treat me like some malicious renegade maybe you should ask your Alcmene why she decided to bring my sister and me to your shores – I certainly never asked her to."

He paused, drawing in a deep, calming breath. After all, the last thing he needed was to instigate a fight that would keep him trapped here even longer.

"All I want," he continued softly, "Is to return to Paisley and make sure she is all right. I vowed to care for her and her pups, and now because of this land’s strange politics, I have failed her. I do not intend to keep failing her. I do not know who you are, but if you have the authority, please, let me leave."