Heron Lake Plateau you're gonna go far, kid

Her talk with Towhee hadn't gone at all how Fiadh had hoped. She still didn't know what rank she actually wanted; she just knew she wanted to be higher than where she was. She wanted to be up there with her siblings where she felt she belonged. Not the very top, because Raven and Quixote and the others deserved those spots. Not leadership; she wasn't cut out for and definitely didn't want that. But she wanted to be where Tegan and Clover and Lucca were. She worked just as hard... didn't she?

Maybe she didn't. As she traipsed across the muddy plain, her ears bent down. Maybe they did work a lot harder and she didn't even know it. Who knows?

She wasn't really looking for Clover, but found her nonetheless. It helped a lot that Clo had been looking for her, though. At first, she didn't recognize her litter mate—she was caked head to toe in mud, unrecognizable from a distance, and Fiadh bristled uncertainly as the possibility of their plateau housing a mud monster entered her mind. When she got a little closer, though, she could smell Clover under the cloying scent of dirt and water, and her tail picked up a slow wag, though she was still very clearly downtrodden as she trotted toward her sister and asked, "what are you doing?"