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

Proceeding with @Screech's blessing! I plan to start the next round in 3-4 days. Post order's open. :)

Before her three intended cohorts could even join her and set out, quite a few things happened in rapid succession. It began with a wolfish figure materializing and moving toward the group. Towhee swiftly moved to meet him, placing herself in between him and the rest of the pack. Before she could even perform more than a perfunctory assessment, a second wolf appeared with a collar resembling Fiadh's former accessory wrapped around his throat. Soon, a third arrived, her golden fur rippling tellingly.

Somewhere behind the Alpha, Clover was yelling threats, while Colt and Finley muttered at one another. Towhee wasn't aware of any of this, though she did sense several someones closing ranks just behind and beside her. She didn't dare take her eyes off their rivals to assess her guards. There were only three of them, two of them looking particularly worse for wear, yet they were still notable threat, especially with the young pups so close.

She thought of them, not to mention the fact that they'd only come out here to avoid a fight, and suddenly Towhee felt enormously conflicted despite her stubborn sentiments only moments ago. But before she could delve too deep into what to do next—fight or flight?—the first wolf was up close and personal, yelling in her face. She only just resisted the impulse to attack, mostly because he completely threw her off by saying her name. Recognition hit her like a thunderbolt.

"Tit?" she said in disbelief. Her orange eyes narrowed into slits. She barely recognized him, especially because of his missing eye. Their last altercation—when she'd busted his nose—seemed lifetimes ago, as did the melodrama involving Moonspear. Wasn't Gannet even happy in his new home? Her lip curled but she hesitated a beat before she spat, "What're you doing here?" She had other questions—what happened to your eye? did you kill Galaxy?—but there was the more pressing matter of the apparent turf war unfolding.

"We've come a long way, Tit, and we don't want a fight. We want a home. So either beat it," Towhee said loudly, eyes shifting to include the male and female behind him, "or join us." She paused. It wasn't her favorite compromise, yet her priority now was avoiding conflict as much as possible, mostly to keep the pups and everyone else safe. With that said... "If you do try to put up a fight, we won't just win and we won't just chase you away," she assured them, "we'll kill all of you." They sure as hell wouldn't start their new life by making the same mistakes they'd made with the Blackfeathers.