Heron Lake Plateau And the 808 is our drummer.

She rolled her eyes at him in a fond, older sisterly sort of way, well aware of the fib. But her own face grew a tad more serious as she stilled, reading his expression more thoroughly. Did Tegan really have something serious on his mind? Although still dubious—he was probably going to punk her, somehow—Towhee twitched her nose and leaned in closer.

She met his declaration with a loud blink. "Moonspear?" she parroted. "What about them?" Towhee herself had been thinking of their old neighbor lately, Hydra in particular. After moving—and mistakenly extending Screech a second chance—she had come to second-guess her alliance with the obsidian she-wolf. Now, of course, she knew that Hydra had been true all along... at least in any sense that mattered to Towhee. Hydra couldn't know about her doubts, though it made her want to trek all the way back there just to see her friend, apologize and say hello.