Heron Lake Plateau My disintegration.

It was such a relief, knowing there was no bad blood between them, that the future was brighter than Towhee had dared hope for. When she left—not before showering Raven with a dozen more pecks and a proper farewell—her gait was buoyant as they led her toward the borders. She found her brother's and children's trail and began to follow it south, the spring in her step slowly ebbing away and the weight of what she'd just done settled on her white-streaked shoulders.