The Floodlands I'm with the band.

Was it getting harder to breathe?  She focused on the motion, feeling a cold spike of fear as she completely, again, missed what Towhee said.  It was definitely getting harder to breathe.  

She wondered if it was a dream when the hawk appeared in front of her nose, but on some weird unknown level found it extremely funny that Towhee seemed to know it.  Nbd, just my buddy bird dropping in for a visit. She opened her mouth to comment, but found she didn't quite have the energy to do so right that instant.

Instead, she drifted, everything fuzzing out to darkness.