Heron Lake Plateau the burning bed

By now, the freezing cold water had actually frozen, which meant Towhee could probably venture out to The Roost. But she didn't dare test the ice's treachery, at least not until she stood and watched from a distance as someone else made the trip first. After watching the figure disappear into the island's small forest, the Beta padded in the stranger's wake, tentatively tiptoeing across the glazed lake.

Tracking down the interloper only took a few moments. Towhee rolled to a stop and snorted loudly upon finding the she-wolf curled up near Orca's grave. As her nostrils flared, she took in her scent, which was incredibly familiar. Phox came home smelling like it just about every night. With a loud stamp of her foot, Towhee moved closer. She didn't prohibit others from utilizing the island, though she was rather possessive of the area immediately surrounding her sister's final resting place.