Heron Lake Plateau the honey pot

Since the move to Heron Lake Plateau and all the insanity that had happened afterward, Orca had been laying low. She spent time with her family, of course, and did some hunting and patrolling of the borders, but she had worked hard to avoid any sort of confrontation. Flying under the radar seemed to be her status quo as of late, and she had nothing to complain about.

She traipsed along the southern edge of the territory, simply familiarizing herself with the land. She hadn't run into anything interesting -- that is, until she spotted Titmouse (Screech, she corrected herself mentally) looking alarmed. His hackles were rigid and his body language was stiff and defensive. Slowly, she crept towards him, eyeing the droppings and the claw-marks on the tree warily.

"That's not good," she murmured to her brother, ears falling back with worry.