Heron Lake Plateau The still, cold world.

Out of the four remaining newbies, only one was related to her by blood (so far as she knew): Wildfire's daughter, Kiwi. Towhee singled out her scent and began plodding across the plateau's breadth. Like many such ventures, it led her lakeside. She slowed a bit as the approached, noting a tension in the youth's shoulders. Filing away that note, the Beta followed Kiwi's gaze out across the water, a little surprised to see a heron wading in the slushy reeds.

"What is that weirdo doing?" Towhee muttered under her breath as she sidled up alongside Kiwi, blinking openly at the stupid bird. Turning her face toward the juvenile, she said in her loud, clunky voice, "Hey, you're Kiwi right? I'm your Aunt Towhee, although you can just call me Towhee or Tow or Hee or whatever the hell." She punctuated this dry introduction with a little smirk.