Heron Lake Plateau boo! bitch!

She swallowed thickly at the news that Tegan hadn't returned home. She felt worry threading its way through her. Bat didn't even hear her pack mate's offer, nor her introduction, until she blinked and rewound a bit.

She was hungry—famished, honestly—but her concern for her friend dulled her appetite. "He went to—wherever the Blackfeathers are," Bat said, uncertain of what sort of territory they kept or where it was located. "With some guy named Llewellyn, who knows Ceara too. He said he was from Moonsword or something like that."

That reminded her of a question she'd wanted to ask for days now; there simply hadn't been anyone around to prod until now. "Are we really at war?"