Golden Glade Elivagar.

Towhee couldn't resist the impulse to drop by the glade after her visit at the copse. She drew up at the woods' far eastern edge, glancing at the sky. The cloudburst had been thankfully brief and now the sun was peeking out from behind the silvery, wispy clouds. Towhee could see the plateau looming over the treetops and her lips twitched right before they formed into an "o" as she called on her sister @Raven.

Well aware that the sable she-wolf most likely wouldn't be able to come herself, Towhee prepared to be received by @Quixote, @Rannoch or @Liffey, perhaps even someone else entirely. That was okay. She only wanted word of her nieces and nephews, no matter the source; certainly they'd been born by now?