Redsand Canyon The world was naught but sand and wind

Her ears perked as a sound reached her ears- paw steps. The agouti girl spun around, fearing the worst- but it was another female- a loner, friendly, not a threat. For a moment, she had thought it had been Kierkegaard, that brute, and fear flickered in her eyes. Her ruse needed to work, her plan, to end this with as little bloodshed as possible.  

But it it was not he, and she could step out of the charade she played a little while longer. So she offered the girl a small smile, her tenseness vanishing. Perhaps she would have word of what went on outside the packs. Minna chuffed in greeting, taking a few steps to meet the girl.