Redhawk Caldera You don't have to be ruled by fate.

Towhee had a terrible headache. She tried to sleep it off but when she woke a while later, her head was still pounding. She lay panting in the shade for a few moments, willing away the dull throb in her temples, before hoisting herself onto her feet and padding off in search of @Raven. She wasn't at the badger set near the edge of the rendezvous site but when Towhee lowered her nose, she picked up a fresh scent trail and began to track it toward the far eastern edge of the territory.

As she was meandering downhill toward the distant forest, it suddenly occurred to her that she was nearly six months old. Towhee froze in her tracks, blinking her orange eyes in revelation. She was well on her way to adulthood, a thought which made her feel strange but thrilled. Picking up her feet again, she resumed her path toward the borderline, her older sister's scent still in her nose and her brain still knocking around in her skull.