Luneshale Pass vibe control

Cameo/skippable!

Her leg already felt a lot better for the rest, though Towhee knew—from experience, of course—not to press her luck. She did what she’d told Soto she would do: she lurked at the edges of the pass, keeping to herself and resting. She kept watch too, while she was there, her inner mercenary restive despite her damaged limb. And, of course, her mother’s heart always keeping an eye out for Bushtit’s return.

Presently, she crouched in some scrub tucked at the foot of a natural plinth formed out of pale shale: a blind, of sorts. Her eagle eyes plucked out a distant figure, watching it come closer and closer to what she considered Verapaz territory. It didn’t belong to her—it may not even properly belong to Soto—but she considered sending up a warning call.

Then the Segundo sloped onto the scene. Glad for an excuse not to exert herself, Towhee sank down into the scrub, letting out a low, slow breath as her eyes stayed fixed on the pair.