Adrenaline meant not even Amanita faltered in her galloping, and the miles seemed to flash by as they ironed out their plan (such as it was). They were at the scrublands in no time. The massive carpet of bushes looked the same way it’d looked from above: dense and the perfect place to hide something. Bitterroot took to the air as they approached, saying, “I’ll find a good spot for us to lure them to.” A quick skim over the terrain found one of the few clearings, so Bitterroot led Amanita through the scrub.