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That’s almost poetic, Towhee observed wryly, ‘I’m tired of leaving gardens behind.’ Maybe for your next act, you should try being a bard.

She was kidding, though another one of Fen’s phrases stuck in her brain too. “Every time I start to treat a place like home, it goes to shit.” Towhee hated that her daughter felt that way because she knew that pain. It was pretty similar to how she felt toward the vale right now.

Epoch was like heaven for a while, she mused, and now it’s hell, so I think I get it. It’s not just Maxim or even Leo, either. A new pack of warriors moved into the canyon, right under our noses. And when we were traveling out this way, I definitely smelled markers near the lake. It’s getting really fucking crowded around there.

A huge sigh gusted out of Towhee, the mere mention of Tikal riling her. And as her jaw set, she suddenly wondered what would’ve happened if she hadn’t told Fen and Killer “no.” Would they all be living somewhere together, one big happy family like her grandson wanted? Would Maxim still be around?

Apropos of nothing, she slammed a fist against the earth and yelled, FUCK! And immediately felt bad for her outburst, so she quickly said, Shit, sorry, to Fen, who probably hadn’t seen that coming.