Grace Luna leaned against the Sky Sentinel’s metallic flank, letting its residual energy soothe her weary muscles. The patrol had been uneventful—a rare blessing these days. She gazed out at the valley below, the city's lights beginning to twinkle as dusk settled in. A faint tremor ran through the bird; a distant anomaly detected. Duty called once more. With a sigh, she prepared for whatever lay ahead.
this was a pretty low step result, only 400 steps!, around 1000 steps would be the min i'd use normally.