Heron Lake Plateau she's tore up plenty, but she'll fly true

A mixture of emotions roiled inside of Raven as she made her way up the gentle slope of the plateau in search of @Towhee. She was happy and excited, and a warm glow of...something (love? contentment?) had taken up residence somewhere near her heart and burned brightly, even now. But all of that was countered by anxiety, fear, and dread. What if Towhee forbade it all? What if the alpha punished her for her recklessness? Drove Quixote from the pack? There were so many ways that all of this could go spectacularly wrong, but she had no choice. She had to tell her sister, and so she marched on.

The young alpha's scent was strong, and Raven appreciated Towhee's dedicated effort to make sure everyone knew these lands were claimed. She'd done her part as much as she'd been able to, and even now, she squatted a few times to strengthen the Redhawks' claim. This was strange, this feeling. She had never found herself in a position of fear of her younger sister before, and had she not been so nervous, she might have grinned at how weird it was.