Cassiopeia's View Are you sick of all the tags yet?

Phox asked the million dollar question. Towhee didn’t answer right away, directing her gaze out into the night. It was so dark now, she couldn’t see them, but she looked in the general direction of the Sunspires.

He’s not coming back. Maxim is dead. There’s no other explanation I’ll accept, she said finally and with finality.

Sighing through her nose, Towhee leaned her head against her brother’s shoulder and lapsed back into their companionable silence. She had been thinking a lot during the prior one, now her brain whirled even faster.

Could you or Jack go back and talk to them? I have no idea what they’ll think. But it’s not just about Maxim… or Leo… Towhee swallowed thickly. It’s about Tikal too, and all the other packs. It’s too crowded there. Remember the strath? It’s like living in a fishbowl again, only instead of being trapped by rock walls, we’re trapped by our own kind.