walk this way

Tomahawk never strayed too terribly far from Hoshor Plains. She was, after all, supposed to be within calling distance at all times. Unless Rakharo specifically asked her to run off and check something out, she remained never more than a few miles away from the plain's border. Presently, Tomahawk was seeking water. Her throat was dry, her eyes felt as if they had sand in them, and she wanted nothing more than to dunk her whole body into the water. Or, at the very least, get her feet wet.

Off to the gorge she went, sun high in the sky, until she came to the edge of the water. Tomahawk wasted no time wading into the water once she arrived. She failed to notice the coyote laid out sphinx-like on the rock above her.