Wild Berry Meadow fast enough to get in trouble but not fast enough to get away

The birdsong faded and the cicadas began their uproar as the sun descended the horizon behind the pair.  The last of the colour bled from the sky as the phoenix weighed her options.  No, she finally admitted from betwixt tight lips, stretching her toes in the dirt beneath her.

The conversation wasn't going anywhere, really; both parties seemed protective of their objectives and the firebranded woman's discomfort was mounting.  I can fix that up if you want, she conceded, gesturing to his shoulder with her nose.