Heron Lake Plateau Glam, glitz, guts and gore.

If she'd thought she'd get some satisfaction from seeing Phox's reaction, Towhee was mistaken. Her own emotions were so conflicted that she had to look away. When she glanced back, he'd evidently decided to pursue her offer of answering questions. She'd wondered if he'd ask about Raven's family, yet he seemed determined to check off a list of familiar names.

"They're still around," she answered when he queried after their godparents. What would they think of his prodigal return? "They retired from leadership." So had Towhee—and there was such a story to tell there—but she didn't volunteer any information. She was going to answer Phox's questions directly and that was it.

Or so she thought, until Towhee abruptly remembered something. "Rave might not even be in the territory." She licked her lips, glancing off into the distance for a moment as she deliberated, before deciding to explain somewhat: "She's been out searching a lot. We came all the way here to avoid the Blackfeathers, yet they've evidently found us anyway. Some of our pack mates are missing and they're probably behind it. You have some ironic timing." This time, she didn't say it, though she mentally pinned on: You piece of shit coward.