Golden Glade Brick by brick.

The stranger came closer and Towhee prickled instinctively, reminding herself that there were no scent markers here because the glade wasn't theirs to claim. Was it really that surprising that someone might pass through here, especially considering it was one of the relatively drier destinations in the area? It would be ludicrous to get too riled, though she would gladly clarify.

"I'm Towhee, leader of the Firebirds pack, which is staying in the glade temporarily. Unless you plan to join our ranks, I'll have to ask you to leave," the Sovereign replied levelly.