Golden Glade and the bleak, cold breath of her still haunts me

She felt a rush of relief as Quixote faltered for a moment and then agreed with her. It really was a pretty good spot, and so close to the plateau that it hardly merited the word “moving”. Part of her wondered why Towhee hadn’t chosen this place instead of the plateau, but Raven didn’t blame her entirely for the choice she’d made — she’d been young, after all, and had relied mostly on X’s judgement. While a lofty, bare plateau wasn’t ideal for wolves, it certainly seemed like a choice spot for a hawk. It actually made a lot of sense when she thought of it from that perspective.

To his proposal, she answered, ”Sure.” Walking about and exploring the area, perhaps laying down a few cursory territory markers, would give her something proactive to do to distract her from her grief, at least temporarily. As they began to walk together, she looked up at the bright canopy overhead and said with no small degree of relish, ”It’ll be so good to have trees overhead again.”