Redsand Canyon Nightcrawler.

You’re good, it was open! :)

A flicker of light in the distance made Towhee turn her head, her thoughts scattering on the summer night’s breeze as she watched another pulse of heat lightning strobe along the horizon. She didn’t smell ozone or rain, nor did she feel the rumble of thunder, but she wondered if a storm might roll in overnight.

Turning around again, she started a little when she saw a silhouette coming her way. She quickly recognized Reyson by scent, then sight, the continuous pulses of lightning throwing him into sharp relief every few seconds.

I see I’m not the only one burning the candle at both ends, Towhee quipped, giving no indication of her prior, private thoughts. Isn’t it past your bedtime, Sunshine?