Redhawk Caldera The voice says I'm almost out of minutes.

Towhee trawled along the rendezvous site's fringes, sniffing and occasionally squatting to urinate. When her tank ran on empty, she pestered her sidekick, @Phox, to mark the borders in her stead. The two of them eventually completed their circuit and found themselves where they had begun. Bored, her brother wandered away to fetch a snack. Towhee licked her lips as she watched him go, then turned to resume a second inspection of the nearest perimeter.

She found something strange curled up in the longer grass that framed the clearing. She stepped short and froze, squinting at it. Towhee initially took it for a pile of dung but it wasn't a uniform brown and, anyway, it had eyes. It also had a small, forked tongue that rapidly sprung from its snoot. Fascinated, Towhee watched it, feeling the tension already coiling in each and every one of her muscles as little alarm bells began ringing in her blood.

Without warning, the little Pi sprang at the sunning garter snake. She sensed that it was dangerous but did not particularly heed the threat, instead only acting on the overwhelming impulse to eliminate it.