Redsand Canyon I want a perfect soul

As you were, soldiers, Towhee mumbled into the dirt, followed by a delirious, hehehhehehehehehehehehhe, before she fell ominously silent.

She lay very still until a cold nose touched her. Towhee flinched and rolled onto her side, her chest and the floor of the den smeared with the blood oozing from the deep bite wound. She remained quiet—pardoning the occasional groan—and largely out of it until Aquene began tending to her. The lavender roused her with a sharp, sudden clarity.

Eyes squeezed shut, breath hissing through her teeth, Towhee tried to hold still so the healer could do her job. She turned her face into her own armpit and joked weakly, Yes, Imperator? I’d like to recommend Kallik for a promotion based on his ability to rock out with his cock out.