Redsand Canyon Touch grass.

The remark struck her as a non sequitur at first, causing Towhee’s brow to furrow. Slowly, she read between the lines. Her head reared back slightly. Did that mean the packs were no longer on good terms? At the very least, it sounded like there was bad blood between the two men.

Germanicus provided the name of the southern pack, as well as some information about it, but Towhee was having a hard time focusing. Her brain was still stuck on Epoch. At first, she wondered if this meant any thought of relocating there was now rendered an impossibility. But maybe…

I had a thought. It’s just a thought. But would it mend fences if I was to go to Epoch?

There were so many logistics to consider, though none of it mattered if his answer was “no.” Towhee reminded herself of this as she pressed her mouth shut, eyes fixing on the Imperator’s face with hawkish focus.