Redsand Canyon Fading like a flower.

Still blinking sleep from her eyes, Towhee didn’t notice she had company until she finished emptying her bladder and stood, giving her rump a little shake. Even then, it was only the smell of a fresh kill that caught her attention, clearing up the last of her grogginess as she looked up sharply, mouth already watering.

But that turkey Kallik was holding was most likely meant for the Matrona. She’s inside, Towhee said, stepping away from the plentifully watered shrubs. A strange tremor passed through her as she came to a halt in front of Kallik, that and her fatigue robbing her of her usual bravado so that she only nodded tiredly at him.