Heron Lake Plateau Let's give this bad boy a test run.

Even as they crested the plateau, Fiadh's nose was wrinkled. Her eyes lifted to X in the sky—had he known when he chose this place that someone else already lived here? Did hawks know about wolf territories? To the fiesty young Blackthorn, the plateau being occupied was of no real consequence because at best it was a couple individuals versus a whole pack, but it was nevertheless instinctually uncomfortable to tread on land that already smelled. Towhee led them on regardless and Fiadh followed, trusting that the Alpha wouldn't lead them astray.

All doubts were whisked from her mind as a massive lake came into view. It dwarfed the one from the caldera by a huge amount and rivaled Lake Rodney. Maybe even surpassed Lake Rodney, thought Fiadh after a second look. Long-necked birds clustered around the shore nearest them, gangling and strange, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when one flew gracefully away. "Woah, cool!" the Blackthorn exclaimed, tail waving wildly behind her.

So, who cared if someone lived here? It was their home now. Present occupants could just merge into their pack. Or Towhee would show them what for. Either one worked for easygoing Fiadh.