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

Ironically, the one voice in the entire crowd that Raven agreed with was Colt's. Her anxiety ratcheted up by the second as tensions rose to a crescendo, but her fear and nervousness quickly flashed to anger when Towhee threatened to kill Titmouse. Over my dead fucking body, the black healer thought. She was not a fighter and never had been, but as far as she was concerned, Titmouse was one of hers and she would lay down her own life to protect his. As far as this Redhawk was concerned, loyalty to family went a lot further than loyalty to a stupid fucking hill of dirt. A soft growl had begun to churn in her chest as she eyed Towhee warily from where she stood off to the side and slightly behind the alpha. She was in the midst of contemplating what she would actually do if it came to that when suddenly, two of Finley and Elwood's kids took it upon themselves to cast the first stones in this very fragile metaphorical glass house.

They were children, and they didn't know what they were doing. A fleeting glance at their parents showed Elwood torn between intervening and remaining with his youngest, so Raven made the split decision to go into momrage mode and handle it for him. Like a flashing shadow she threw herself in front of Screech, blocking their charge, and rumbled a warning growl at the duo. "Get back," she hissed, amber eyes flashing malevolently at them. "You guys need to chill with the ass-kicking for like five minutes, omg." The move was intended to protect them just as much as it was to protect Screech -- she would not stand by and watch these babies that she'd helped raise get torn half to pieces over this ridiculous standoff. Flashing Towhee a sort-of-apologetic-but-not-quite-because-if-you-kill-your-brother-I-will-break-my-foot-off-in-your-ass glance for getting in the way, she made herself as large as she could and did her best to buffet and herd the unruly juveniles away from the two leaders.