The Sunspire Muscle car.

Something like that, Towhee agreed without really thinking about it, taking a breath and moving to walk alongside Reyson. Don’t mind me if I walk slower than a snail.

It wasn’t much further before they turned a bend in the rocky footpath and saw the valley spreading out below them. Towhee’s breath caught as she shuffled forward with sudden haste, eager to drink in the vista. There really was so much green (and brown, red and yellow, given the time of year). And the air here just tasted fresher, although Towhee would most likely wind up missing the dust of the canyon.

She stood there for several moments, just breathing in and out and appreciating the view. Eventually she remembered her company and she turned, eyes seeking out Reyson. Towhee smirked as she thought about his little friend. This Meadow would soon be her own pack mate. Can’t wait to meet her…

Towhee pivoted to walk closer to him, prepared to begin the tandem stroll home. There were only a few trees growing all the way up here, which she really didn’t even notice in any meaningful way, until she mindlessly walked past one with a low-hanging branch.

She wasn’t even moving that quickly, yet the branches scraped along the full length of scar tissue spanning Towhee’s back. She froze but it was too late. Quite likely everyone in Epoch, Mereo and even Paleo heard the subsequent scream.