Flycatcher Downs a stunning dress of hellfire

towhee keeps to the dry, grassy prairie as she moves through flycatcher downs; avoiding the rocky portion. it keeps her mostly on the outskirts, flirting with whatever neutral territory lingered beside it. ghost flys a little bit ahead of her, a raptor of the skies; taking point. the falcon's aerial view gives him an advantage that the silent hunter could never imagine. she doesn't need him to be her eyes, though. only her ears.

she keeps ghost in her peripheral; pausing to let her gaze scour the land and sate her thirst at the nearest puddle of rain water. it wasn't fresh but it wasn't stale yet either.

her trip, brief though it was, had been long enough for her to lose track of her mother and brother ... but jr still harbored that flame of constantly needing to prove herself that she had thought had been extinguished. until she accomplished that, she was afraid settling would be hard for her in any capacity.

she takes another drink; content to give herself a brief moment of rest.