Heron Lake Plateau now i’m free from what you are

The reaction he had expected had been the reaction he had gotten, but there was no time to lose. Instead of fighting back, he immediately slumped to the ground, turning onto his back with his eyes closed and signing the same thing in various forms over and over again. -Somebody's trying to take over! Towhee, listen!- He did not know any other way to get through to her, even if it meant scars for him later. Whatever damage she wanted to do, she could have it, but she couldn't let the pack be overthrown by somebody else. Not now, not ever. He had just gotten back, and maybe this was selfish of him, but he wanted a home now more than ever. If anybody could stop a usurper, it would be Towhee.

As he attempted to keep from getting eaten to death while simultaneously signaling his intentions to his sister. X happened to be nearby, and the red-tailed hawk swooped down between them. It was not Phox who stopped Towhee, but a mother fuckin' bird. Phox had not come out without getting gashed and scraped by the stick that Towhee had stabbed him with again and again. He was not sure if some of it had been teeth or not, but he was left with bruises, scrapes, and puncture wounds. Phox knew he would hurt for this later, but that did not matter.

The hawk seemed to remember him in some way or another, and it perched on Towhee's shoulder blades peering at him. -Something's happening,- he repeated again, -I don't know who, but somebody is trying to oust Raven from her spot. We have to stop them!- He paused, giving Towhee a pleading look. This was not for his own selfish reasons. He knew how much this pack meant to Towhee, Raven, and the rest of the Redhawks. -We have to try. Please.-