Sun Mote Copse Shaking nations.

With Sugar back in the fold, Towhee hadn't left the copse in days, returning to her regularly scheduled patrols. During those long hours when she circled the territory, she tended to get lost in her thoughts. Today was no exception. Thick, wet snowflakes drifted around her face as she plodded along, her orange gaze a little glassy as she caught herself wondering once more, Whose blood? What had happened to Sugar during those two weeks she'd been gone?

Deciding to go check on the little girl who'd looked after her so well during her own trials and tribulations, the mercenary sought out a fresh scent trail and tracked it. When she found Sugar asleep beneath an evergreen (and a tumble of snow), she opted not to wake her. Towhee watched her sleep a moment, a spindrift of silver escaping her as she heaved a sigh.

Towhee turned and began walking, aimlessly at first, before deciding to seek out the pack's Sovereign. As she prepared to track down @Wraen now, she caught herself reflecting on her recent conversation with Hydra. Absently, she dropped her muzzle and brushed it through the clumps of snow, trying to tease out a trail.