Heron Lake Plateau So many roads.

Maybe there was nothing to be done for it, a possibility which irritated Towhee greatly because she hated feeling futile. Perhaps it was best to bide their time for now, though if Niamh really considered leaving because Quixote was in charge—a possibility the Beta would barely even entertain in her mind—then shit would hit the fan hard and fast.

In the meantime, letting off some steam by calling the Alpha male names like schoolchildren seemed like a good idea. Towhee snorted and didn't bother correcting Phox. Instead, she ran with it. -Yeah. Dude's a soggy piece of bread smeared with shit butter.-