Heron Lake Plateau United states of a miracle.

tegan stared as towhee explained, shifting a little more upright to listen to the whole ordeal. his face was pretty askew the more he learned about the task, and only when towhee finished did tegan respond. towhee, you're absolutely peachy keen, and i usually like being a part of this pack, but i gotta say, i really don't care about a single other one of the redhawks on this damn planet, he told her, matching her frankness with a quick flick of one of his ears backwards. he tilted his head so that the scar on his cheek was more prominent and pointed at it with a paw. phox included, by the way, he added. 

he turned from her for a second, using that same paw to swipe down his muzzle, releasing a heavy sigh. he looked back at her so that she could read his lips. don't the firebirds have a scout to send after her? or clover? she always had her head up kiwi's ass.