Sly Fox Sand Dunes Home has come.

What on God's green Earth was he doing here?

For starters: the Earth was no longer green. Replaced by an endless ocean of gold, Briar did not take to traveling across the dunes gracefully. His head bowed to ever-present Sun. It towered overhead in the sky as it always did. Beating down its warm light, and the sun soaked up that heat like a dry sponge. There was no escaping it. Each pawstep was a burning kiss to his feet and it didn't stop when he switched step. The sand stuck to his pawpads as he sweated away what he thought were gallons. 

His ears bobbed with each step, tongue lolling. Despite his exhaustion, he moved quickly. Desperately. There had to be respite somewhere. There couldn't just be dunes to inevitably collapse and cook upon. Through the haze he saw a glimpse of a shadow. Hurtling towards it, a hopeful grin broke across his face. Only to shatter as he realized it was no shadow. Just a small, black wolf. 

He swore loud enough for God to hear.