Redsand Canyon the deathnotes you left inside me

She'd never seen the place before, imposing and beautiful at it was. Wind pushed itself through the rocks with a passion, shoving through her fur and chilling her rapidly. She picked her way along the edge of the canyon, noting old prey scents here and there and yet not particularly inclined to try for a hunt. Her winding exploration of the place was interrupted only be the appearance of another, one that had her paws still on the stained stone as she watched her. Faded cobalt gaze watched the flicker of flame as she too traversed the edge of the canyon; but the flame's trail was focused, intent on something. For now, she watched, noting how closely the girl's fur matched the burning rock, entranced.