Heron Lake Plateau locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind?

Towhee tended carefully to her pack mate's broken flesh, trying to do a thorough job without inflicting any additional pain. At length, she settled back on her haunches, the task finished. She caught the movement of Ceara's lips. Her own lips pressed together as she thought back on the woman's tale.

"We came a long way to escape trouble with the Blackfeathers," she said lowly after a moment. She wasn't sure what else to say. Towhee had lots of questions about the details of Ceara's story but she was stuck on that one point for now.