Heron Lake Plateau Norupo.

To her credit as a mother, Towhee only found it hilarious for one second before she attempted to intervene, preferably before anyone got hurt. But before she could calm down Fig and Fen, Tegan was there. He yanked the young bird off her daughter's shoulder, totally unnecessarily roughly. "He—" she began to shout at him, only she was too late. There was a shriek and a crunch that Towhee didn't hear, then Tegan flung the bird, which landed in a crumpled, feathered heap nearby, dead as a door nail.

Towhee gaped at Z's small corpse, deaf to Tegan's accusations. By the time she turned to look at him, her eyes went from shocked to sad to blazing with fury. "You fucking asshole!" she raged even as she moved closer to him, teeth snapping, "What the fuck did you do that for?! He wasn't trying to hurt her! How could you, you fuck—" She was cut off as X flung herself at Tegan's head.

Whether or not the pack's longstanding honorary member did any damage, she winged away with a cry of betrayal, outrage and sorrow that Towhee didn't hear but definitely felt in her heart.