Redsand Canyon So LA.

He was there, looming. Towhee blinked hard, then lifted a paw to scrub at each eye in turn. The blurriness was gone but there was still a slight discomfort. She idly wondered if he’d somehow managed to scratch her retina. It wouldn’t be the first time.

I was supposed to be on offense, she sniped, though the twitch of her lips let Reyson know she wasn’t really that bothered about it.

But it would probably be a bad idea to continue sparring, at least until her vision felt fully restored. So rather than make her way back toward the pit, Towhee took a seat beside the water, resigned to daydreaming about giving Njord a pounding for hurting her daughter.

You can go around bragging that you defeated me by slapping me across the face with your ass, Towhee quipped.