Heron Lake Plateau Glam, glitz, guts and gore.

He felt the food threaten to come up again, but Phox took a deep breath and managed to keep it down this time. He still felt queasy, but not quite as weak. She asked him a series of questions, and it took him some time to process everything. -Towhee,- he replied, drudging the movements up from his memory. He wanted to rush forward, to embrace her, to tell her how much he missed everybody, especially her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Something held him back. Something kept his feet cemented to the ground.

The yearling knew the second he said anything other than her name, he wouldn't be able to stop. He would apologize and apologize and repent and repent. But none of it would matter. They would never forgive him. Why would they? How could they?

Piece of shit coward doesn't deserve it.