Heron Lake Plateau Tyrants and kings both meet the same fate, strung up at your city gate

He was a wary sort.  Despite the distance between packs, he was thinking that something would go wrong eventually -- maybe Moonspear would decide Screech was still a problem or something else stupid would happen.  Well, at least he'd get points for being a paranoid twit, wouldn't he?  He was an expert at thinking of the worst that would happen.

Though Towhee's words may have been based in pride, to him it sounded more hostile, perhaps just because his own guilt and doubt at himself.  He responded sharply, Was never doubting her.  She was probably the one thing not an abstract thought that he'd willingly fight for and believe in.  Blame him, he was the one who'd be more likely to be the failure.  The previous spiral threatened to coalesce again, and he wasn't too sure what else to say.  There was nothing wrong with the choices that Raven had made.  Whatever.  They were on patrol, weren't they?  He lowered his head to sweep across the ground, looking for anything out of the ordinary.