Seaside Moors life is a cruel joke

Maybe someone from Bhediyon?

It was midday and the sun was trying hard to break through an unusually thick cloud of silver; the amber of this stellar iris must have been an omen. Whether it proved to be a positive one or not, it was hard to ignore. Deep down below, upon the silver sands that flowed around the edge of the world, a speck of amber roamed freely.

Riya's strides were fox-quick, and she coasted across the sand with barely any sound. The doe she had been pursuing for the past three hours was ignorant of her presence - that or, it was confused that such a strange looking canine would be keeping close. The girl was not intending to hunt the creature today. She observed, she followed, wondering if luck would be on her side and her efforts would pay off. Maybe the doe would lead her to something greater? A herd, or a newborn? Something she could sink her teeth in to.

The heat wasn't as strong here, not like she was used to. There was humidity though. The constant need to hang her jaw and drink in air was unbecoming; Riya thought to herself, I am fire-breathing! Like the dragons that uncle would speak of, for each exhalation was like the wheeze of a bellows. Around her the world swayed, cooking beneath the clouded sun.

Eventually her path - and that of the doe - crossed away from the sands and further towards the interior. The sand tapered away into scrubland, tall grass, and the buzzing of insects. The doe, who had thus far been wearily trailing upon the salt flats with the occasional dip of her head and lick of the soil for whatever reason, seemed to have concluded her business, and was returning to her herd. This was what the trained hunter believed, and so Riya followed.

They moved together, with Riya lagging behind but otherwise not trying to sneak around, and the doe showing itself to be sun-weathered. Its path led beneath some equally tired looking trees and then, as soon as it touched upon the cool shadows, the doe bolted quite suddenly. Riya was not prepared - she should have been. She should have known better. 

But the creature was ditching her quickly - and while Riya sped after it over the uneven terrain, she just could not match the animal. Before long the golden girl was alone, breathing hard, her heart pounding in her chest - but the sea whispered its own refreshing breath through the hills, and Riya felt herself relax in to it. This effort she had made to track the doe had been in vain - but she would recover. It had only been a few hours, and really... She had only been trying to pass the time.