Luneshale Pass which door do we open?

Every muscle in his body tensed at her terse retort. For the first time since her initial warning, he actually wondered if she spoke the truth. His heart began knocking a little harder, a flush of uncomfortable heat blooming under his skin. Talis felt slightly panicky as she turned to leave.

He opened his mouth to call after her, though a compulsion just as mysterious as his sudden arousal froze his tongue. Talis made a small noise and that was all. The nameless woman soon shrank into a speck and disappeared against the shimmering horizon.

After she was gone, it was almost like a spell broke. Talis coughed and shook his head, glancing dubiously at the water trickling so benignly. Still feeling a tight heat at the nape of his neck, he slunk toward the bank again and sniffed at the water, as if that might tell him the truth.

It told him nothing, of course. He wrinkled his nose and stepped backward, glancing in the direction she had gone. Talis stared for quite a while as different compulsions pulled at him. Should he follow the mysterious coyote, after all? Or should he head in the totally opposite direction and hope never to see her again?

Nearly an hour passed before Talisman made a decision. Still feeling absolutely normal—pardoning the strange emotions this encounter had evoked—he plucked his hindquarters off the dusty soils, shook out his pale pelt and broke into a steady trot.