This time period was when the giant snake felt the most comfortable, without the need to worry about suddenly shutting down due to the heat; the cold scales rubbing against Rowan's flesh brought a sense of peace of mind. Therefore, Owen carried his mate flying both fast and high, tearing through the wind as he dashed into the night.
He continuously weaved through the treacherous rocky mountain ranges, utilizing the terrain to accelerate, several times almost crashing into protruding cliffs but always managing to change direction with artistic flair just in time.
Rowan sat upon the back of the giant snake, his eyes slightly narrowed to avoid the whipping wind; the feeling of piloting a mecha that he hadn't experienced in a long time rushed back, adrenaline surging in his veins. The feeling of mastering speed and space made him excited.
