Heron Lake Plateau Speak of the not devil.

Out of all the recent changes, the most uncomfortable and downright weirdest one was the lack of contact with her godparents. Towhee had avoided them since Finley's bomb drop, giving all three of them space to digest. It was the longest she'd gone without talking to them since birth, she was pretty sure, and it felt wrong.

Although it probably wasn't going to be pleasant, she decided she needed to reach out today. The Beta dropped off a bundle of greens with @Raven, then proceeded toward the Blackthorns' den. Towhee couldn't guess how she'd be received. She didn't even know how to feel. She owned her decision, especially now that the dust had begun to settle, but Finley's disappointment still ate at her like acid. And, truthfully, she was a little bitter about the way her aunt had handled the entire thing, though in the same vein, could she even blame her?

Feeling a little sheepish about it, Towhee tried her uncle first. "Uncle @Elwood?" she called out after stopping a few feet from the den. She then pulled herself up by her bootstraps and added, a bit more loudly, "Aunt @Finley? You around?"