Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

the world had no shortage of gullible fools, and ingram was not so far removed from reality to believe he was not one of them. giving the woman a thin smile as she measured him, ingram made to press onwards. he was glad to hear she obliged his not so subtle request — ingram enjoyed the company of other wolves, and looked forward to their little journey with interest. maybe he might even learn something from this spidery woman, if time was generous enough.

he noted as he went that here and there grass was grazed down as if razed by teeth, while in other seemingly adequate areas the tussocks remained untouched. it was during one such inspection that he noticed a strange footprint in the red dust; it was almost circular, with a triangular depression keening the center. whoa, he grunted, motioning for inka to come look at the print. look at this!

he could not help the childlike smile of wonder that played his features — maybe they were on the right track to finding this mythological creature. maybe mahler wasn’t playing a cruel trick after all.