Firefly Ravine we need to find out where robosnatch is keeping her time machine

she said land, and not bird -- okay, that narrowed it down. ingram was thankful she wasn't in the mood for avian fare -- one, that would be impossible, and two, her watching him struggle to catch something blessed with flight would be downright shameful. he rolled his shoulders affably, setting off in a brisk trot as he surveyed the land for their options.

so far, what was on the menu was dirt... and root. he sniffed over a particularly gnarled bramble bush, detecting something -- porcupine? yeah... he was going to pass. he stepped past it, trailing the ground with abrupt weaves back and forth until he found something a little more palatable (and obtainable). marmot.

"marmot good?" he asked, casting a glance behind him before he dove into the thicket.