Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

The sound of something hard and flat clattered across the redstone; from afar it would sound like more loose shale coming to a rest, except it did not cease as quickly as Inka's own chaotic fall. There was a cadence to the sound, a beat indicative of his smooth gait as the stallion roamed — unaware of the hunt that had begun. The sound of his hooves slamming against the dirt soon grew in strength but there were so many twists and turns in this immense valley. Immense shadows fell across the dirt where spires of flat rock stood proudly, and the beast huffed as he paced, his hide glistening with sweat to the effect that he appeared almost metallic; the gold of his hide taking on a lustre despite the dust, yet as he careened closer there came a wave of rust-red in his wake, and Hakai veered off in another direction before much could be done.