Heron Lake Plateau deadpool rap

While she awaited Tegan's return (and Ceara's too, hopefully), Bat spent her time finally exploring the plateau. Although its features were arranged differently, it wasn't that different from the only other home she'd known. There was even a place very similar to Hougeda, accessible behind the waterfall to the south. And there was plenty of water, even if it wasn't quite the same as the ocean.

It was only natural that the small island in the middle of the lake should intrigue the budding scout. Without any thought to the water's icy temperature, Bat happily paddled across the way, shaking herself dry when she reached the mound of earth. She then proceeded to sniff around the place, noting a familiar scent only seconds before Towhee materialized in her path, a stately X perched on her shoulder.

"Oh, hey!" Bat said, waving her tail at the sight of them. "Is this your island?" she wondered without missing a beat, remembering how Towhee's scent lay thickly here.

"Kinda sorta. I call it The Roost," Towhee replied in her weird cadence. "I rest here a lot, though anybody's welcome. Just mind the grave."

"The grave?" Bat parroted, then ventured, "Where? Whose is it?"

"My sister's," Towhee answered, motioning for the scout to follow her as the led the way to the patch of earth where Orca rested. "Orca."

The youth bit her lip, wondering if it was appropriate to ask about the circumstances of Orca's death. But before she could inquire, a splashing sound caught her attention and Bat turned her head to see—