Lion Head Mesa Harry Potter style.

Towhee left the caldera without fanfare. She didn't go very far, pausing thoughtfully in her arbitrarily eastward course to contemplate the neighbors' borders. She had very little interest in Akashingo, though as she stood there, she couldn't help but muse over their common enemy. Well, "enemy" was probably too strong a word to apply to her former mate, though her lips curled as she pictured these faceless wolves beating Reyes and throwing him out of their celebration.

What kinds of wolves did something like that, anyway? She didn't mean tossing Reyes on his ass—no, she understood that completely—but who threw a giant wedding party and invited a bunch of outsiders? Her head cocked and she arched an eyebrow, orange eyes boring holes in the mesa, as if demanding it to explain itself and its queer inhabitants.