Heron Lake Plateau Ka-tet.

When at last Raven made a decision and announced it, Towhee felt something shift in her chest. Or maybe it was her shoulders. Like a weight lifting off them. A weight she hadn't even known was there. Something righted itself in her world. Order was restored: one of Peregrine's and Fox's direct descendants would be Alpha again and it satisfied something deep within Towhee. She wasn't mad at all that it wasn't her. She and Raven were both eligible candidates, each bringing something different to the table. Towhee was happy to play second fiddle to her older sister again.

"Okay," she said agreeably (well, for her), "cool." And that was all there was to it, really. It wasn't the outcome she had expected but it was a welcome one. (And maybe, just maybe, it had been her secret, unconscious plan all along...) "Good talk," she added, favoring Raven with a little bit of dopey, smug smirk and even turning to shine it upon Quixote for a moment.

Turning to Kit, Towhee said, "Your parents are both gonna be Alphas again soon. And maybe, one day, when our generation"—she gestured at herself and the girl's parents—"gets old and crusty, you or one of your siblings might be next in line." Or one of Phox's and Camilla's. The legendary blood of Peregrine and Fox ran in any of their veins and they were all perfectly eligible heirs if, of course, they proved their worthiness along with their bloodline.