Heron Lake Plateau The devil won.

It wasn't long before a cramp in her gut forced her to slow, easily letting Niamh catch up to and pass her. Towhee glared playfully at her friend's backside, resuming a steady jog as she descended the slope that led to the borders. Her face was smarting quite a bit too, though she refused to let these things waylay her. She wanted to patrol. She'd keep an easy pace though, which should be doable what with her present company.

By the time she'd caught her breath and begun strolling side by side with Niamh in the shadow of the plateau, Towhee asked, "So, is this scratching your 'gotta do something' itch at all?"

Wanna nudge this toward a finish since it's already sorely outdated, haha?