The Floodlands I'm with the band.

Towhee left for another dip and Rosalyn thought dimly perhaps she should too... but she doubted she could get up if she wanted to, and likely she wouldn't be able to keep her footing.  She was losing blood quicker than was optimal, but there wasn't much she could do until this help she talked about arrived.  

"Roz" she responded, her full name a bit of a mouthful for now and, hey, if gettin busted up by a bobcat together didn't merit nicknames, what did?  "Yer crew... they're close?" She asked,  assuming so.  She had said something about a plateau yeah? Rosalyn was having a hard time keeping track of the conversation, but lucky for Towhee, had turned her face towards the Beta to regard her while speaking.