The Floodlands You never go to parties.

Flooding? she thought incredulously, unaware that she mouthed it as well. She peered at the plateau. She supposed the lake could flood its banks, however, all the water would simply run downhill and pose no threat to the wolves or their high-rise territory. She blinked and returned her gaze to Quixote's face, not wanting to miss anything else he had to say.

"We didn't have many of those at the caldera either," she observed out loud in response to his remark about trees. She wouldn't have minded a few more either, honestly, but at least there were plenty of forested areas nearby. "Speaking of which, my mom totally fell down and broke her leg when she and my dad were first visiting the caldera. That's the reason they decided to stay there and set up shop. I thought it would be a fun nod to the pack's foundation to call it Fox Falls."

Realizing that wasn't much of a story, more of a brief anecdote, Towhee said, "Aunt Finley could tell you the unabridged version, since she was around at the time." This was probably why she'd pursued chronicler and even historian but didn't remotely aspire to master the craft.