Heron Lake Plateau I fought death and lost.

It was a fine line Raven had to walk, confirming that Towhee's doubts were valid and well-founded (because she had screwed up bigtime) without crushing her confidence. Towhee had had a hell of a lot to deal with in the short time she'd been alpha. First the war with Blackfeather and the fallout from that, then the logistical nightmare of a long-distance move, and now this. It was sort of like the clusterfuck Obama had inherited from Bush, and everyone blamed Obama for all the problems. Raven thought her sister had done a good job dealing with everything, all things considered.

Towhee thanked her, and Raven smiled in return. To her invitation to accompany her, the healer nodded and replied, "I'd love to." She was never one to turn down an opportunity to spend time with Towhee...or any of the younger Redhawks, really. Rising from where she had been sitting, she fell into step alongside her sister and was glad for the company.