Redhawk Caldera Take what you can, give nothin' back.

For a while, they worked in silent tandem, leaving their mark all over the eastern stretch of borders. Soon enough, the woods dropped away behind them as they ventured southwest, moving along the caldera's natural curve. Towhee's gaze swept over another stretch of forest, much nearer to the foot of the dead volcano, but there was nothing of note there. Presently, they began edging toward Lake Rodney.

Her lower back started to cramp and Towhee wondered if she was just getting old. But then she squatted for the nth time and her bowels moved suddenly. She felt right as rain afterward, straightening out and shaking her hips a little. Probably due to their recent feast, it smelled particularly ratchet, which was a good thing considering what they were trying to achieve here.

Remembering she wasn't alone, the Sovereign glanced over her shoulder and shot Reyes a shit-eating grin. But of course she didn't actually eat it. She stepped over the pile of dung and kept marking, determined to make a complete circuit before they called it quits.