Lake Rodney And even monsters can do good in this world.

She felt another wave of rage sweep through her at Wraen's utterance of, "Don't ask me." Are you fucking shitting me? Towhee thought, though she bit back the words from lashing from her tongue. Her orange eyes bored shrewdly into the other wolf's face, plucking out every syllable she spoke as she explained what she knew. It was frustratingly little.

Wraen's next few words elicited another strong reaction from her. "Perhaps, there is someone missing in your ranks at the moment?" This time, it felt like someone had punched her in the stomach with a fist made out of cold steel. Were Phox and the fleeing Redhawk one and the same?

"What did he look like?" Towhee demanded just as Hydra swept onto the scene. Because of the conversation at hand—not to mention her prior emotional duress—the yearling couldn't help but flinch and step back uncertainly. Had Phox (or whoever it had been) destroyed the alliance between the two of them? Was she possibly in danger now, outnumbered two to one by Moonspear wolves?

"Hydra, what the hell is she talking about? She says one of my pack mates might have murdered one of yours?" Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. She had yet to answer Wraen's own question and, for the moment, it didn't even occur to Towhee to think of the other missing faces besides Phox's.