Heron Lake Plateau The devil won.

Post 1,000! :)

Over a week later and Towhee's face still hurt, though significantly less now. After waking up from a long nap on The Roost, the Beta padded to the island's edge and peered into the water, turning her head this way, then that way, to check out her reflection. The wound was healing nicely, though there was a thick scab that would probably eventually turn into a big ole scar. She didn't mind. Towhee figured it made her look tough.

She felt up to a brief patrol, so she swam across the small channel of water to the main shore, then began heading toward the decline that bridged the plateau with the lower adjacent territories. The air felt thick, though not particularly hot today. Towhee glanced upward and noticed some dark clouds gathering on the horizon. It would probably rain soon.