Redsand Canyon iv: the wind, unchained

The other being noticed her almost immediately and did not flee or make a disagreement — from this, Olive surmised that there was no need to fear this woman, and that there was no way that she could be the coyote she so feared [this was a constant concern with almost every canidae she met, even those who did not share a resemblance with her personal aggressor]. She approached and the fae did so in kind, stepping gently around the sheer rock faces and narrow ledges until they were vis-a-vis. 

“Disturb my hunt?” Olive replied softly, suddenly remembering the supposed purpose of her jaunt away from Sunspire. “Oh, no…” She allowed her voice to softly fade as her mind was, for a moment, consumed with the concerns that plagued her about her current locale. The small game was waning much to fast for her to feel comfortable with, and it was no shock that Olive could not take down a larger prey animal if the opportunity ever presented itself — which, the opportunity had not.“These lands have run dry,” the woman stated, hoping to not sound as forlorn as she felt about it. Perhaps, if the stranger was in the same pursuit, Olive could save her the time and effort.