Heron Lake Plateau Glam, glitz, guts and gore.

She didn't elaborate on Elwood and Finely, and Phox hoped that was a good thing. It meant (in his head, anyway) that their hardships had been few and far between. If anything good had happened, he doubted Towhee would have told him. She seemed only to have bad news to share, and she went on to explain that the Blackfeather wolves were at it again. This time, it sounded as if they had infiltrated the Redhawks from the inside. Phox swallowed, pushing down his cowardice as far as he could and attempting to remain strong. Towhee had always been the strong fierce one. That had never been more evident than now.

Raven is okay? he asked, again assuming the worst. If she was at the helm, that must have meant that she was somewhat okay. There were other strong scents on the border that he didn't recognize, but he had expected that. Wolves to fill the void he had left behind. He wondered if anybody aside from Towhee and Raven would remember him.

Can I do anything? he asked, immediately realizing a) he was in no shape to do anything and b) that was a dumb and vague question. To help, I mean.