Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

she investigated the scent of the grass again, and in the time it took her to formulate a decision the boy was roaming further - so she was swept up in the adventure with him, following with her silent strides until he came to a halt, finding more clues. the exuberance of the young man made her resistant to investigate - she was not a creature of great empathy or emotional fortitude, oft blaming her frigid progenitors for raising likeminded offspring — and yet she found herself easily charmed by how enthusiastic he was, even if ingram's affectation was a tad obnoxious and overwrought for her liking.

the woman dipped her snout over the mark and sniffed, finding a deep and earthy musk mixed with faint traces of grain, and studied the shape. if it is a track, it is not cloven - so you are in luck. inka murmurs to her companion; it is not enough to make her a believer but the woman begins to hunt in earnest thereafter, searching for more tracks so that she could at the very least, judge the size of the beast.

she was so focused upon this task that she almost didn't hear the hard staccato beat of stone-against-stone, and as it began to fade to her ears, she lifted her head to look around. the spider did not see anything of note, but took a gander at ingram — curious if he had heard the same sounds, or if they might affect him.