Heron Lake Plateau Sooner rather than later

"He doesn't inspire me."

That was his reason for turning his back on family. For deserting the pack he'd been born into. For waving a flaming, neon-lit bird finger in Raven's face. Presumably, Towhee was on board with this shit-show too, which baffled Raven even more. Towhee had always been hardcore, foaming-at-the-mouth, 5000% dyed-in-the-wool Redhawks. She was loyal. And if Raven remembered correctly, she had promised to always be there to back Raven up. So what the fuck was this? They were bye-Felicia-ing out because Quixote didn't ~inspire~ them?

She said nothing for several long seconds after Phox's final comment, the wheels turning in her head.

"You know what?" she finally said, her eyes narrowing as anger simmered in their honey depths. "If you aren't loyal to our family or to the wolf who runs himself ragged to keep you fed and safe, then you don't get to sit here and use up the resources he provides until deserting us is more convenient for you. You can all get the hell out now."