Redsand Canyon the deathnotes you left inside me

@Keoni

for once in her life, indra's vibrant fur offered her unlikely camouflage. the spires of redworn rocks, windbitten and pummeled, were a shade of russet not unlike her own. very little snow had managed to work its way into the canyon, though not for lack of coldness. the winds that funneled through the gorge were harsh and powerful, and snow accumulated in nooks while the exposed and flat areas remained bare from any white.

indra picked her way along the rim of the canyon, her shoulder to the wind as she followed the scent of what appeared to be marmot.