Heron Lake Plateau have you ever felt the warm embrace

Towhee had trained X to signal certain pack members' names in their own, much more rudimentary variation of ptero (a dialect, if you will). When the bird swooped down from the sky and landed neatly in front of her where she was sitting by the lake, munching on a deer's shin, and somehow made this sign with his feathers, Towhee immediately dropped the fleshy bone.

"Tegan?" she muttered stupidly, jumping to all fours and streaking toward the borders, X's shadow gliding overhead and quickly overtaking her. It wasn't some April Fools joke (not that Towhee or X knew of the holiday); Tegan was actually down there! She sped up as she galloped downhill to meet him.

"You stupid fuck!" she bellowed in his face, her expression not at all matching the words; it was one of concern and happiness. Towhee reached up and playfully punched his shoulder. "Where'd you fuck off to, brah? We've been worried."