Redsand Canyon the death of orchids

She was still there.  Quick was gone, off to nap perhaps, but Fennec had waded into the water and was poised.  Every so often she'd tried to fish without luck, more out of curiosity than anything else.  She'd found no reliable tell so far to determine when a fish was near.  In fact, she wasn't even convinced there were fish in this pool.

At first she thought it was a wolf tumbling down.  If it was they were definitely dead.  As she came forward to investigate, though, she smelled deer, as well as the scent of the man who'd gone.  Ah, payment.  Fennec considered it for a moment.  It was sizeable, but she hadn't liked his proximity.  Something about him, and the way he spoke and carried himself, made her curious.  

Fine, a larger one.

A future, then.  Fennec smiled, affecting the distant tone.  If Fig could hear her he'd probably shit himself, but she enjoyed this immensely, throwing herself in the character wholehearted.  No matter how she felt about anything else, the escape of playing Seer almost made it worth it.

She knew next to nothing about him.  This would be her hardest one yet, one where she'd actually need to try and rely on the signs themselves to reveal to her what she might say.  She inhaled, and as she did, a scent came to her.  Other wolves.

You look to protect those who you surround yourself with. The wind shifted, abruptly.  But too much change can make this difficult.  Sometimes a course that looks fair leads to ruin.  Beware doubt.  Sometimes success comes in different forms.  Fennec paused, letting her paws dig into the sand and stones at her feet.  Surprisingly, she felt a small shoot, something green finding an iota of nourishment near the water's edge.  You've grown and helped others to grow around you.  You have a legacy.  You might hope to complete it, but... behind her, a slight plop.  So there were fish.  You'll need to wait.  Consider, otherwise you may find yourself underwater.  She wasn't sure why the noise in the water had sounded ominous, but a warning seemed to suit this wolf.  He radiated intensity.

Your first priority is your family.  Rocks, beneath, one with a spider hidden.  She felt it scurry as she disturbed it.  But families are not always destroyed by those outside.  You fear a secret, either yours or someone else's.  If you do not let the strife of others destroy you, then you will build the legacy you seek.  It seemed a fair enough reading.  Stones, embedded in the ground, with a shoot sprouting from between them.  

Besides, what pack wolf didn't want to leave a mark?  Still, she waited, wondering if he'd have anything to say.  

my faveeeee celtic cross.  so many swords XDDD
heart - mother of wands
opposing - daughter of wands
root - 7 of pentacles
past - ace of wands
goal - 4 of wands
future - 4 of swords
self - father of pentacles
hopes/fears - 7 of swords
external - 10 of swords
outcome - mother of pentacles