Heron Lake Plateau Let's give this bad boy a test run.

Oh, she loved this! Even when another wolf came to stand by "Tit", Clover was raring to go, chomping at the proverbial bit. She, in her bold youth, echoed her sisters word with a snarling grin. The Blackthorn was not the most menacing thing to behold, but there was no denying her intent. When Screech responded, they had their answer, even as Quixote tried to appeal to his better senses. When her uncle Colt contested Towhee, though, she huffed. This place is paradise! Why shouldn't we stay? Nevermind that this guy had been there first. They were here, now.

She looked at Fiadh, who she was sure was also ready to jump into a pub brawl with her. Lucca was behind her, too. Here was their chance to fight, given they missed out on the Blackfeather Woods battle.

Clover looked back to the wolf she had, seconds ago, thought was semi-cool. Now he just seemed dumb. But that was strictly because he wasn't doing what her sister wanted, and by extension herself. Her mother had her baby siblings, and like Hell were they gonna switch locations, now. Nope. Wrong answer! She hollered, making a wild lunge for him. Unfortunately for her, she was on his good side—no way he wouldn't see her coming. Or predict it, given her "battle cry".