Heron Lake Plateau Norupo.

When she saw that Fig was crying and clutching Fen (who might be crying too, beneath her brother's flung foreleg), Towhee immediately went to them. "I'm sorry," she said, stopping a few feet from them so as to avoid scaring them worse. "I'm sorry for yelling. I'm sorry about what happened to Z." They probably didn't understand that loss, though Tegan had robbed her daughter of so much potential that Towhee felt truly aggrieved. "I'm so sorry..."

Her shushing seemed to have no effect, so Towhee eventually clued in and looked over her shoulder to see Tegan bristling at her. "Get. Away. From. Us," she repeated in a quiet hiss, not wanting to raise her voice again and upset the kids any more. Towhee took a threatening step toward him. She wanted to lunge at him, really beat his ass. But she didn't want to step away from Fig and Fen, nor make matters worse with them.

Moving over to look down at the poor, dead Z, Towhee continued to ignore Tegan for a beat. She shook her head over the broken body, then finally did look up. "Yeah, Tegan," she said, voice shivering with the things he'd taken from her family, "yeah... we're leaving." Prior to this, it would've torn her apart if they'd parted on bad terms (a likely scenario too) but after what he'd done, Towhee couldn't feel any remorse. Maybe later, the sadness would get her. For now, she looked at him with hatred in her eyes, which he more than likely matched.