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"Maybe they ran." She almost jumped to correct him, fill him in on the last known whereabouts of Titmouse and Gannet, but Towhee's tongue remained still a moment. She did have the niggling suspicion that Phox had done just that. It was why she hadn't gone running to Blackfeather Woods directly. Doing that would be a suicide mission anyway, though there was part of Towhee that sensed—no, that somehow knew—that she wouldn't find her brother there at all.

"Gannet's at Moonspear, hurt enough that he can't come home until he's better. And it's all because Tit apparently murdered one of their pups," Towhee eventually said, expression dull to match her voice as she relayed these facts to Whip. "I am angry," she continued, shooting Whip a strange sort of look, as if a mutual understanding seemed to pass between them, "but I'm... discombobulated too. I don't know what to think or how to feel." She paused, scuffing a paw in the snow. "I just want to kill something... someone."