Heron Lake Plateau Maps

Not for the first time did Finley try very hard to figure out some way of teaching her goddaughter how to howl. The sound was like a train engine screaming through her ears and slamming into a wall of metal garbage cans. She cringed every time she heard it, but she answered all the same. As she walked, she considered then for the first time the irony that Towhee's deafness drove her to make a sound so ungodly awful that it made Finley wish for deafness. She'd have to share that one with her sometime.

Fin was too entertained by her thoughts to take much notice of anything until she stood before the trio at the borders. She glanced at Towhee and Butterscotch (as she had dubbed Niamh in her mind), then at the girl that crouched submissively before them. She did a double take at the telltale stripe that lined the female's spine before looking her over more intently. She didn't know this girl, but there was no denying... "You're kidding," she said, looking at Towhee, "Another Blackthorn found us?" Dear god, they were an epidemic.