Heron Lake Plateau The still, cold world.

After her talk with Bat, Kiwi had little further interest in seeking out her sister again, so the avoidance was twofold.  She hung around Wildfire a bit, but if her mother brought up Bat, she didn't get much response from her other daughter.  Kiwi kept her opinions to herself, but it was fairly obvious she was less than enthusiastic about the situation.

She didn't make a huge effort to introduce herself to the others here either, instead choosing to get familiar with the territory and throw herself into hunting.  Catching something always made her feel better.  She'd discovered the lake and taken note of all the new birds, though many had likely left for the winter by now.  What was there was interesting, though, and she had found a sort of zen in just watching them, observing how they worked.  Ironically, it was just what she had scoffed at when Artaax was training her, and yet here she was.

She spotted Towhee moving by at a distance, but didn't call out.  Instead her attention remained trained on the lake, where a late-staying heron was preening itself among the reeds.  She wasn't ready to disturb it just yet.