Heron Lake Plateau Down in the Valley

She listened (in her way), appreciating his attempt to explain his perspective despite the impulse to stonewall him. It was his acknowledgement of this—that he hadn't communicated any of this properly last time—that prompted her to bob her head in acknowledgement. Towhee frowned thoughtfully at the mention of her godparents but didn't deign to speak until he was done.

"This pack has always been my priority," she rejoined, a slightly defensive gleam in her eye, "and that's why I did what I did. I think Raven and Quixote are more suited to it and that it just makes sense, since they're paired off and making babies now. I never asked to be Alpha anyway, you know." Most likely, he didn't know. But it felt good to put it out there.

Her paw throbbed and she looked down at it absently before her attention shifted back to Colt. "I never had a problem with you in the first place," she said frankly. There was nothing to clear up on her end. She still didn't like him but she didn't hate him or his presence here. Towhee knew there were several wolves who would be happy to have him back.

Speaking of which... "Have you had a chance to speak to Clo yet? Quixote mentioned she seemed particularly upset at your departure."