Lake Rodney And even monsters can do good in this world.

Confusion and dismay were written all over Towhee's face as she gazed across the partially frozen lake, her mind reeling. Where was Phox? Where was X? They had been gone for days now, which was highly unusual. Under any other circumstances, she might have dropped everything to go looking for them. But they were on the brink of war. Her pack needed her here to fight. And no matter how much she missed the two other halves to her whole and worried about what had become of them, the mercenary knew the pack came first regardless. Still, Towhee had never felt so torn in her life.

She wasn't usually one for howling, considering Towhee simply didn't exist in an auditory world. But with no other outlet for her distress, the yearling found herself throwing back her head and baying mournfully to the pale winter skies. Her voice sounded a lot like the screech of a particularly tone-deaf harpy, echoing off the nearby mountain and slipping away cross the ice. When her breath failed her, Towhee dropped her head and cocked her ears as if to listen for an answer that would never come.