Heron Lake Plateau Glam, glitz, guts and gore.

She hadn't expected him to ask about their brother and sister so directly. It almost made her flinch. There was still part of Towhee that relished in breaking the bad news, though mostly she just felt bitter grief as she relayed, "Orca died over the summer; she fell. X witnessed it, otherwise we might never have found her." She cocked her head, wondering if he remembered the hawk. She didn't mention that she'd personally brought their sister's remains back here to be buried on The Roost, as it didn't seem pertinent. Maybe if he did rejoin, she would show him the grave. Maybe.

"As for Titmouse... I chased him down, tore out his throat and threw him into the sea after he attacked multiple wolves." Towhee paused, mouth feeling dry and tongue brittle as she added, "Including raping a pregnant Raven." She knew she didn't need to justify her actions, least of all to Phox, but she let the tendrils of vindication flow through her a moment as she stopped there, allowing him a chance to process. She'd answered his questions. Towhee wondered if there would be more or if curiosity had killed the cat.