Redsand Canyon Wheat like waves.

Towhee didn’t catch a word Germanicus said, too busy pinpointing the location of the threat and repositioning herself accordingly. She only glanced away when she sensed Reyson’s approach, orange gaze immediately swinging back to the cat just in time to see it defy the Imperator’s logic.

Perhaps compelled by desperation, the lynx bounded down from the far side of the tree. Before it could make a proper break for it, Towhee hurled herself toward the cat. She didn’t stop to think about how dangerous it was to engage such a creature. She just knew she had to stop it, lest it run toward the housing and the veritable smorgasbord of children there.