Heron Lake Plateau Sitting down is stupid.

Her brother dismissed the idea out of hand. Towhee shrugged internally. She certainly hadn't been hellbent on it, plus Phox had a good point. Colt was a tool. So, what did this mean for them? Would they stick around here after all or would they go somewhere else entirely? Towhee's stomach felt weird when she thought about it, so she stopped and focused on the pups.

Fig had directed his attention to his father, who signed something about the smallest member of their family. -What?- Towhee signed, looking sharply at their vanilla bean of a child. -What do you mean? Why do you say that?- she wondered, staring into Fen's pale eyes (which would make it hard for her to catch Phox's answer).