Heron Lake Plateau No distance left to run

Phox explained himself and Towhee watched his motions carefully, dipping her snout slightly to acknowledge his words. She might not have used that particular descriptor—hers was probably still "milquetoast"—but she understood her brother's sentiment. She knew they'd both had misgivings for quite a while now. With Raven back in leadership, it resolved some of Towhee's elitist angst, though it also cemented Quixote as Alpha too.

-What're you suggesting, exactly?- Towhee asked, her motions almost clumsy, betraying her hesitation at even discussing the matter. It felt treasonous somehow, not to the Redhawks but to her own basic values. -You said the word 'leave,' so I'm guessing you're not thinking of usurping him,- she pointed out with a bit of a wry smile.