Sun Mote Copse driving alone in my car

Bronco sized her up for a moment and Towhee waited, face carefully blank. Always on the lookout for a feint, Towhee clenched her muscles when he sprang but did not move, waiting to see if there would be a switchback. As soon as he maneuvered in a new direction, she dropped into a partial crouch and thrust out her shoulder to take the brunt of the hit. Just as soon as he impacted with his intended target, she used that same shoulder to shove at him, then shifted a few paces backward.

"Not bad, Samatha," Towhee commented. "You've definitely got the feint down pat. But how are you with..." She paused teasingly before her whole body tensed, "a moving target?" As soon as the words left her mouth, Towhee spun and loped away from the borders, back into the copse.