Redhawk Caldera Be like Elsa, let it go.

It was Finley who threw back her head and summoned the pack. Towhee felt her blood hammering through her veins as she moved to position herself beside the Beta pair. Her eyes scoured the immediate area, waiting and watching, though it wasn't log before the Redhawks began to arrive, one by one. As they came, Towhee acknowledged each with a bob of her head, even as she ticked names off a mental roster.

Soon they were all gathered and it was time to break the news. The Alpha couldn't imagine how the pack would react to the idea of uprooting and moving or whether they'd agree with their leaders' reasoning. She supposed that if anyone dissented, they could go elsewhere or even stay behind. Her heart clenched at the thought, though she stopped herself from delving further into it. A reaction depended upon an action, so it was time to speak up.

Commencing in her clunky cadence, Towhee announced, "We've just discovered that the Blackfeather Woods pack is back. And we have no interest in fighting another war, especially knowing our efforts and sacrifices were made in vain and that our victory was a total farce. But we don't want to live in constant fear, either." She stopped just long enough to draw in a long, steadying breath. "So we've decided we're going to relocate, to the other side of those mountains." She gestured toward the distant barrier.

"Whatever you think about this decision, it's firm," Towhee didn't realize it but she was squinting. "We'll be departing as soon as X returns with his scouting report. I hate to drop this on all of you, then rush everyone, but it needs to happen and happen quickly. Start preparing yourselves," she concluded, "now."