Heron Lake Plateau killin' the game, bout to catch a body

While Towhee had told her some of the details, it had been a while and the names had completely slipped her mind. Once Tegan brought up the names Fox and Peregrine, though, she opened her mouth and nodded knowingly. He slipped into his own character as he spoke- with a fairly difficult to follow run on spiel about who hated who and who killed who and whose fault it was- but it was charming nonetheless. It was a bit of an information overload, to tell the truth- but she was glad he admitted he’d condense it for a stranger.  

What she did take away from it, though, was the information about Moonspear. She squinted slightly as she thought about it, and pulled him back to that topic. ”What do you think Moonspear might think if we told them Screech was dead? And that maybe they were right about him? I mean...He told me a different story about Moonspear, and how things were an accident and he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time- but he was probably lying.” She said. She’d believed him then- but not anymore. ”Do you think it might sort of mend things if we sent an apology, and told them he was gone for good?” She asked. It wasn’t her call, of course- but if a relationship between the packs could be mended, now that Screech was dead, she didn’t see the harm in it.