Heron Lake Plateau Glam, glitz, guts and gore.

Seeing Phox sign her name struck a chord deep within Towhee; it thrummed to the point of aching. Yet she resisted the impulse to move closer to embrace her sibling or offer him warmth. He might look pitiful, yet she wouldn't simply forget that he'd abandoned them—left her—all that time ago. She wasn't as hardheaded about these matters these days, but nor was she easygoing about those she considered deserters.

"Where have you been?" she demanded woodenly. "Why are you here now?" She remembered how he'd left while the Redhawks were on the cusp of war with the Blackfeathers. Towhee's eyes flashed. Joke's on you, you piece of shit, she thought, remembering Tegan and Ceara.