The Floodlands You never go to parties.

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The confrontation with Colt had rattled her already fragile sense of self-confidence. @Elwood and @Finley had reassured her—right before the latter had run off to catch her wayward brother—but their backing could not shake the doubts from surfacing in her mind again. Did others feel the same way? What if it was only her godparents—and Clover, she added with a faint smile—that supported her? What if everyone in the pack secretly harbored reservations about her ability to lead, based not only on her recent judgment calls but something she could neither help nor change, no matter how hard she tried to compensate: her deafness?

She swallowed thickly and blinked herself back to the present, gazing up at the waterfall. She had jokingly dubbed it @Tegan's Tears in honor of her younger brother's saltiness toward her, though she couldn't find the humor in it today. Tegan was probably among those who thought she oughtn't be in charge. The chronicler in her rose up and murmured, Fox Falls. It was her mother's tumble and subsequent broken leg that had resulted in the caldera's foundation, now stuff of legend.

A movement toward the top of the falls caused Towhee's ears to slick back. She watched as X circled over the rushing water, then dive-bombed toward her. Despite herself, her lips parted in a laugh as she watched him glide downward at high speed only to bank and swoop onto a nearby rock. Her ears splayed again when she saw his talons slip on the slick stone, though he managed to stay upright and fold his wings, turning his head to look at her.