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

Clover was with the group, her tail waving as her snout investigated every random thing it came across that seemed of interest. This time, traveling wasn't so bad because they were all traveling together. The Blackthorn's weren't missing out on anything, they were included. She echoed Fiadh's verbal sentiment with only her awed facial expression as the herons took wing. When her sister commanded her brother, uncle, and packmate to her side, Clover—without invite—made to join them. The seriousness in her sisters garbled voice meant business, and Clover wanted in. Not on the business bit, really, but more the what the business could mean.

But the business came to them in a snarly, one-eyed wolf that Clover could scarcely remember herself. His scent was familiar... where had she seen him before? She had to think, and think hard, but he spoke before she could come to any conclusions at all. His verbal challenges were met with a snarl, which from Clover was not the most intimidating thing... but she meant business. You get the fuck out of here, she demanded, This is ours, now— and as Redshank spoke, the petite and fiery Clover looked toward him with an angry squint and said in her next breath: Who you callin' fool, fool? We'll fuck you up! Her gaze swung back to the strange one-eyed wolf. How did she...

He spoke her sisters name, and Clover was taken aback for a moment. She studied him, and could scarcely recognize him. If it weren't for his own significant markings, Clover would not know him. Hey!!!! You're the guy who left early! During that meeting! She exclaimed, referencing the meeting that was about the war they were to go to. The war that they weren't allowed to participate in (huff). She wasn't aware that he had run away, and he had no intent of participating in said war. Clover had thought that he was going off to fight early, and had intended on following him but someone saw her try and sneak off. Well, maybe she should count her blessings, she thought as she looked him over. Blackfeather lost the war, but he'd been fucked up pretty good. Clover didn't remember much else about him, other than she thought it was a cool move on his part to go fight early... but, well, it wasn't his best idea.