Heron Lake Plateau thanks, I hate it

After parting ways with Tegan, Towhee began a patrol. It was slow going, as her own thoughts distracted her. She was so far gone into them at one point that she'd stopped without even being aware of it. She stood like a statue, staring off into space, until a tight pinch from X's talons snapped her back to the present.

Before she could even turn her head, she felt the telltale lightness and whoosh as the hawk took flight. Sensing the urgency in his rapid launch, Towhee spun on her heel and galloped toward the slope leading up to the plateau. She didn't slow until she came upon a bunch of bodies just lying out on the open plain. That wasn't altogether unusual, although there were some heckin' weird feels and smells in the air. Something of import had happened here.

Towhee's toes dug into the dirt as her eyes found her brother first, then a catatonic Camilla, then two squirming bundles between them. Said eyes flew wide and Towhee tiptoed nearer, gaze fixed on the mismatched pups. "The fuck you come from," she muttered to no one, then even more lowly answering herself: "Camilla's vagoose."

But... when had this happened? And how? And why here? Towhee had so many questions. But she didn't speak a single one of them. Her eyes slid back up to the parents, who looked downright exhausted, and then she took a step back and raised her head. Her entire body became stiff as a board as she instantly assumed the role of body guard. Funcle Towhee would come later; for now, she was their guardian against anything that dared disturb them.