Heron Lake Plateau So many roads.

I have no idea what's going to happen in the Camilla thread, so I'm not going to reference here, whoop.

Phox's face still stung from the encounter with the lynx, but when he had checked in on Cinder, the boy seemed to be safe in the hands (paws?) of Raven. Like Towhee, he had purposefully avoided Quixote, waiting until the yellow-green-eyed alpha slipped away for patrol (or whatever he spent his time doing) before scuttling in to make sure the young Blackthorn was healing all right. Satisfied that was the case, he had spent the rest of the day keeping himself busy by checking the caches.

As was his custom, he slipped off to bed a few hours before dusk so he would be able to wake early enough to observe the stars and hopefully gain some comfort from them. Unfortunately, Towhee seemed to forget this (often), and he was roused by her call. Groaning, he righted himself, wincing at the pain that still stung his left eye. The scratch wasn't deep, but it was long and obnoxious enough to cause him pain and irritation.

He approached her with a weary expression, still trying to shake the sleep fog from his brain. Haven't you learned I'm an early to bed, early to rise sorta fellow? Clearly, she hadn't. Maybe this would serve as a useful reminder.