Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

the cloud of red dust had settled, and within it was a black-furred wolf with a coat of shimmering sand cloaking her. as she shook a second fine mist of dirt rose, settling to the ground in gentle ripples.

ingram could not help but look her over, his tail swaying uncertainly. her descent had not been a delicate tumble, but she seemed fine, the disarray of her coat aside. well, that’s good... it looked painful. she must be tough, he thought in afterthought as his gaze rose to the high heights above.

he was not sure her intentions, the unplanned tumble aside — but he did not think she was a pack wolf given the lack of territoriality in her posture. i’m ingram. i’ve been told to look here for horses. his tone was slightly incredulous — he had yet to ever see a horse in his life time, and from the way they had been described they frankly sounded mythological.