Heron Lake Plateau Horns and halos.

She called out again, then waited, but the hawk did not return. The rain began to fall faster and harder, so Towhee had no choice but to quit The Roost, swim back to the shore, then begin making her way home. With every few steps, she looked skyward, blinking rain from her eyes as she searched for that once familiar shadow...

But her fruitless stargazing came to an abrupt end when she spotted a figure near the plateau's base, where it melded into the nearby thicket. Towhee couldn't help it; the wet fur along her back and shoulders prickled and her tail raised. It was an old, ingrained habit, a muscle memory. But she did remember herself and assumed a more neutral posture by the time she closed the distance.

"-If you're looking for the Red—"- she began to say when Towhee did a double take. She knew him. This was one of her many wayward siblings. But it had been so long, she could neither place his name, nor how she felt about him. Orange eyes staring now, she finished her sentence. -"—hawks, they've moved to the glade due south of here. Only they're the Frosthawks now."- Her lips twisted a little.