Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

with one look from her, the boy was off at a gallop towards the distant, drifting noises; her ears pinned with a twist and she called to him, hey—! wait—! but he was already a couple wolf-lengths ahead of her when she smartened up and took off at a half-tilted run of her own; whatever the noises were, inka was not so keen to track them down and face the entity responsible, if there even was one. it was much more likely that there were loose rocks scattering to the wind, or maybe something more diabolical - like a cougar waiting for them. but she did not want to be left in the dust, so she followed after him with a lengthy trot until she was out of breath, glancing at every oddly-angled cleave of stone or shaft of light or tremble of earth, expecting to see something massive and mythical.