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

Nothing could beat the Blackthorns!

Well, except Raven, who was suddenly in their way. Fiadh dug her paws into the wet ground and slid-stumbled her way into the healer's side, but came to a stop short of bowling right over the Redhawk medic. She pinned back her ears and peered over Raven's shoulder at the fray, then shrunk down when Towhee bellowed somewhere behind them. God. Everything was just going to shit, wasn't it?

Was this what a war was? She wasn't sure she wanted to be part of one if it was just a bunch of wolves yelling at each other and flipping out. She wanted to kick asses, not be lectured. Raven wasn't letting her or Clover go anywhere near the strangers, and suddenly they gave up and started to leave. The triumph felt bittersweet; she glanced sidelong at her sister as if to ask, why'd they stop us? Of course, she was oblivious to all the tension that rippled through the full-fledged adults gathered. She didn't realize how many of them disagreed with Towhee's, and their, more aggressive approach. She was hopped up on the adrenaline rush of oh my god FINALLY that came with feeling like she could help in a fight for once and settled down on her haunches, snarling in the general direction of the fleeing squatters.