Redhawk Caldera Event horizon.

She had no idea she’d fallen asleep until she jerked awake, her eyes crusty and a crick in her neck. Towhee rotated it as she blinked into proper consciousness, eyes focusing on her pale companion for a second before shifting outward. The storm had passed, the rainfall slackening to a mist that made the summer air feel like a jungle.

Let’s, she tried to say, only to realize her tongue was practically glued to the roof of her mouth, which was painfully dry. Let’s get going, Towhee tried again, hoisting herself onto all fours with a series of cracks and pops.

The Deputy paused to rub at her face, then set all four feet on the ground and ducked out from beneath the fruit tree. The mist clung to her, though she scarcely paid it any attention. Feeling decidedly half-dead, she led Trailhawk to the nearby slope to begin the ascent.

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