Heron Lake Plateau Horns and halos.

Dude, your writing is just... mmf.

Towhee made no reply to his tremulous question. Between the rain and his stutter, she didn't even catch the first word and what was there to say about graves? He'd missed several losses and she had been close enough to Orca to know they couldn't possibly have known one another well. Her only acknowledgement was a small nod, nothing more.

He gave his full name and it did jog her memory a bit. -"No,"- she agreed before thinking to add, with an edge of defensiveness, -"and I'm still Towhee Redhawk, for the record. That will never change."- She signed the word "never" particularly fiercely. -"Phox, Fig and Fen are all Redhawks by blood and name as well."- She wasn't usually one to overshare, though the surname was a point of contention for her lately, to say the least.

-"But why are you here?"- was the obvious next question. He'd already said he didn't know what he was looking for but surely there was some reason he'd come here and she would press it. And Towhee abruptly realized he'd found his way here, rather than to the caldera, or had he gone there first? How had he found them? And why?