Lake Rodney And even monsters can do good in this world.

Towhee didn't know what to think of Gannet's predicament. He was being cared for by the very same wolves who had hurt him, but with just cause. Was he really safe, or were they keeping him as leverage also? Was he involved in Titmouse's purported crime, or had he simply been in the wrong (right?) place at the wrong (right?) time? Hydra hadn't mentioned it, so Towhee figured perhaps Gannet wasn't a very good informant. In any case, there wasn't much she could do for her brother right now. What she could do was go home and tell Uncle Elwood and Aunt Finley everything she knew, so they could make some informed decisions on what to do about it.

As for Titmouse, Towhee wasn't really sure what to think. If he was guilty of this crime, then he deserved whatever was coming to him. But what if he hadn't done anything? What if it was all some big misunderstanding? Everything sounded so inconclusive. This is such a clusterfuck, Towhee thought to herself.

"Anyone who's done wrong by us will be punished," she assured simply. If that included Titmouse, then so to be it. "I hope so too. Thanks, Hydra." She began to take the first hasty steps back to the caldera, only to freeze again and call back, "Um, tell Wraen I said thanks too..." She flushed awkwardly, then woofed to her allies and turned around, facing the familiar smokestack in the distance even as she broke into a gallop.