Heron Lake Plateau Dude, you were hallucinating sheep on the road.

Before her ascension to alphaship, finding Raven was sometimes a difficult undertaking. The little healer was somewhat introverted as it was, but add to that the fact that she'd spent most of her time in obscure corners of the middle of nowhere hunting for plants and experimenting with ones she knew little about, and it was nearly impossible to find her some days. But now that she was one of the leaders of the Redhawks, she felt obligated to make herself available to her packmates. Not only that, but with everyone getting themselves hurt lately and with Screech in his comatose state, she felt she needed to be close by in case anything happened that required a prompt response.

The trail that Towhee tracked led her toward the lake, where the heavily pregnant alpha female lay sprawled on her side, dozing in the sun to the soothing sound of the water lapping gently at the rocky shore. Raven saw her sister approaching and greeted her with a wide grin, tail thumping the grass behind her. "Hey there, Tow," she said, pleased to notice that the younger Redhawk's face seemed to be healing up nicely.