Sun Mote Copse Sanitized, alone.

As soon as she asked, she remembered her foray to Cedar Sweep and her discovery just past it. She ground her teeth together and put that thought aside, waiting for Fig's answer. He told her he hadn't, which she didn't find surprising. He had never seemed particularly ambitious in his endeavors, though Towhee liked to think that humility made for good leaders.

"What your aunt's doing with Moonspear and Firefly Glen, it got me thinking. We've had sister packs before and I miss it. There's a sense of power and safety with numbers like that. And speaking of numbers, there's lots of potential breeding pairs come spring..." Well, very few of them were actually paired but there was about to be a lot of fertility up in Firebirds soon. "It makes sense to branch out. And you're a totally viable candidate for that."

There was still Golden Glade, if not Cedar Sweep. Towhee wondered if forming another pack nearby might discourage their unwelcome neighbors from lingering. Just the thought of them there made her feel cramped and utterly resentful. The sweep would've been a perfect choice, if not for those asshats, whoever they were. She started feeling pissy all over again, though she did her best not to let Figment know.