Morningside Cuesta let's go to luckenbach, texas

Take one breath in.  Fill lungs to capacity.  Hold until fatigue.  Exhale completely.
He repeated this process a few times, staring over the drop-off edge of the Cuesta.  It reminded him of home in a way that made his chest hurt and his joints ache, although the last part could also be explained by the dreary drizzle that seemed to blanket every day now.  He took another look at the sprawling landscape before him, and beginning to lope away from the dangerous edge, he lifted his muzzle to the air to let out a low mournful howl for his companion, @Agent.