Heron Lake Plateau Glam, glitz, guts and gore.

He thought that she might make him sit in silence for the entire time it took for Raven to appear, but instead, she offered him the chance to ask questions. It was likely a small gesture in her eyes, but to him, it meant something. It meant she hadn't completely written him off. It meant there was a chance they might have some form of a relationship. If she'd hated him with every ounce of her being, she would have withheld all the happenings that had gone on since he had left the Redhawk clan. And there was that—did he even deserve that name anymore? Surely they wouldn't want a piece of shit coward muddying the name.

There were pressing questions, and ones he couldn't hold back any longer. He reverted to speaking, if only because Towhee was doing the same. Orca and Titmouse? Where are they? They weren't here. He gulped at whatever came next, if only because he assumed the worst. The Blackfeather wolves had taken them. Maybe, just maybe they had happier reasons for not being here.