Blackfeather Woods you must know life to see decay.

In the days leading up to the march, Towhee felt as if she was slowly going crazy. When Finley signed that it was time to go, at long last, the piano wire wound tightly within her sang with tension and snapped. But it was coolly that she bobbed her head and followed her godmother, who led the way across their own borders and, only a little later, behind enemy lines.

Towhee felt a lot of things as they crossed into their nemeses' territory: disgust, excitement, fear, fury... but none of it manifested on her face. Her expression remained stony as she continuously swept her unfamiliar surroundings with her sharp orange gaze. Occasionally she glanced at Finley for instruction or Quixote just to make sure he was still there, though mostly the yearling kept her eyes and nose peeled for any sign of their deplorable foes.