Heron Lake Plateau when we wake up, we remember it was just a paper cut

Towhee was no longer alpha. Her parents, no longer betas. Raven, her other big sister, was the alpha now, and Clover had many, many feelings on the entirety of the matter. 

For the most part, she was happy for Raven. She was confused as hell as to why Towhee would do this after observing the conversation Towhee had with her parents, and was a bit blindsided. And then there was the percentage of her that recalled Raven's intervention during her attempt to attack shit-for-brains, and she grit her teeth at the thought of Raven extending kindness toward Captain Abandoner. Now Raven was a leader. Clover respected her big sister completely, and loved her to boot, but both of her sisters seemed to lack any semblance of self-respect for themselves, for their family (that stuck around), and also logic. 

Because somehow, that dude was still hanging around. 

It was her respect and love for her family that made her conviction what it was. She didn't trust him, not one bit. She didn't like his stupid face, or his stupid smell, or his stupid voice—

Something about that one-eye, though, it is kind of... distinguishing...

No, that made him all the more foul and loathsome, she internally told herself, combatting any semblance of interest. How did he lose an eye, anyway? bet he deserved it, she mumbled under her breath, her green eyes peering left and right. Clover sighed a little, and shortly after her sigh, a light rain began to fall. 

So, Raven was alpha now, as was Quixote. It was a lot to process, even with some time to reflect, but for the while she was content, given that she loved Raven and imagined Quixote to be a cool dude, since Raven picked him out. Raven's defense of Tit very well could be a very brief lapse in sanity... though she imagined she ought to find out. With that thought in mind, Clover turned from the borders she'd been perusing and began to head in the direction she imagined Raven to be.

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