Luneshale Pass Rise and reign.

Valid, Towhee replied, although it would probably be safer to walk somewhere deeper into the pass.

And she would’ve offered to accompany her, yet she hadn’t ventured beyond the outskirts herself. The thought tempted her—a little tour of sorts—but Towhee resisted the idea of integrating too solidly into this pack. If she was going to properly commit herself somewhere, it would be to Killdeer, not Soto or Verapaz. She appreciated the Segundo’s generosity but she figured she’d given him the world’s raddest kid and actually shared him, so they were square.

I’m Towhee Redhawk, she answered, noting the weariness in the woman’s expression but not commenting on it. You might know my son. Bushtit?