Heron Lake Plateau sleeping children are still flying

With X out searching for Screech, Towhee was out of tune with pack-wide communication. It suited her just fine, though. She kept to herself most of the time, still trying to sort out her seemingly hundreds of tangled emotions about recent developments. She still experienced flashes of deep anger, which she tried to carefully bottle so she could unleash them on her brother when the time came.

Naturally, she didn't hear the Alpha male's celebratory howl. And she wasn't magically headed in the right direction either (despite a niggling urge to show Raven her second apparent testicle). Actually, she had just arrived at the Blackthorns' den, eager to catch up with her godparents and little brothers, and was pleased to see that @Clover and @Fiadh were there as well.

She noticed right away when the two yearlings perked up in response to the unheard call. @Finley's head popped out of the den too. Clover quickly signed an interpretation to Towhee. The Beta didn't even bother checking to wait on the others. As soon as the news processed, she pivoted on an inky heel and galloped to the den site.

"Deets?" she barked eagerly to Quixote, who stood sentinel near the mouth.