Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

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ingram did not notice the skulking presence of inka — his attention was affixed on the barren stretch of red below. interspersed across the valley were tall formations of mahogany rock, and weathered mesas which broke the valley’s topline in uneven palisades.

he continued onward.

pressed to a narrow footpath around a flattened butte, ingram scoured the plains below; no shapes lingered, but he saw evidence of recent foraging. bare spots and oddly flattened pits in the earth spoke of some migratory event in which ingram seemed too late to witness.

he sniffed curiously at a flattened patch of timothy grass, noticing a faintly sweet odor that was neither elk nor deer. raking the earth with a paw absentmindedly, ingram looked about him and it was then he thought he saw a darkened shape moving between trees in the distance.