Cedar Sweep We opened a door (we shouldn't have).

Not only did she already miss her sister horribly, Towhee lamented the loss of Raven's children; she would miss out on their growing up and training them as planned. She closed her eyes to shut out the world as she let the sorrow overwhelm her. She would have to make sure Fig and Fen were trained harder than ever, with one branch of the sister packs gone and the Blackfeathers infiltrating their corner of the wilderness.

But right now, she felt so powerless, and so angry. She seethed as she thought of Rowan, even cursed Raven's name a few times (mostly sadly, without any real malice). Her chest grew tighter and tighter until she felt like she might actually hyperventilate. Towhee's eyes flew open on a painful gasp and nearly swallowed her own tongue when she found her nose just inches from someone else's.

She was too much in her head to lash out, fortunately for little Bronco. "Buh," Towhee blurted uselessly, forgetting that she couldn't breathe. She sucked in a shaky breath, then said sharply, "Bronco, what're you doing here?" The Kilonova swept to her feet, looming over the youth as she looked around, as if expecting a whole flock of those filthy crows to materialize out of thin air.