Heron Lake Plateau awaiting your mistake

Raven said nothing in response to his comments about Towhee. If he was angry with the way she had managed the pack, he could take that up with her personally. Raven certainly wasn't about to take sides between brother and sister on the issue. That was a whole can of worms she did not want to open. Towhee had made a few bad calls while she was in charge, but at least she'd had the stones to own up to it, recognize that she wasn't ready for alphaship, and step down. Raven wasn't convinced she'd do a much better job than Tow had, but she'd do her best.

And still Titmouse rattled on, yelling and demanding and frankly, being really shitty. Raven was starting to get fed-up with it and it was all she could do not to roll her eyes. She rose to her feet and glared at him, a hard edge on her voice as she asked, "So you want me to drag Finley's newborn kids back across the fuckin' wilds?" He'd just bitched about Towhee doing that, yet here he sat, demanding she do the same. She huffed out a sigh and sat, ears flattened rearward, and continued in a more neutral tone, "If you want us to leave, we'll leave. I don't even care anymore. I'm tired of squabbling over a damn hill of dirt. But not until Cinder and Tywyll are bigger." The stress was starting to wear her down. She was sick of the tension over this stupid plateau. She was tired of Titmouse yelling at her. Confrontation wasn't something she could really handle, especially when such casual cruelty was being slung in her face by the one pup she'd loved the most.