Golden Glade Shadowless.

Unsure of what exactly she would find and how the visit might play out, Towhee nonetheless headed out to make her long overdue call at the borders of her sister's new claim. The late June sun slanted through the treetops, beating down on her back, wet from the river. Her fur dried out quickly and she slowed, panting, as the trees thinned and the border markings filled her nose. From what she could tell, it wasn't altogether too different from the forest she'd just passed through or the grove for that matter. In other words, it was a good choice for a territory; even Towhee could admit that.

She stood there for a few minutes, hesitating. But Towhee finally threw back her head and howled for @Raven, well aware that it might be Quixote that came in his pregnant mate's stead. Or it was entirely possible she would be met by Lannoch and Riffey. No, that's not right, she thought, wrinkling her nose at herself, it's Rannoch and Liffey, bonehead... She sighed softly, trying not to fidget too much as she waited.