Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

clearly, inka was the one with sense and self-preservation, and ingram was not. he ran, and he ran - he was out of breath within seconds, but did not stop even as a hey-- wait! sounded behind him.

he was on a mission. hurriedly, he scampered onwards -- up until he heard what sounded like a terrific clatter of stone. he would not have recognized it for what it was, hooves thundering across rock deliberately -- but it was loud, therefore it earned ingram's attention.

he was just about to turn around and say hey, did you hear that? when something else caught his eye. something fawnskin gold, and huge, careening into his periphery at an alarming speed. ingram froze and whipped his head around, focusing on the horse as it glided below -- a positively staggering specimen, and many times larger than ingram.

"holy," ingram muttered, peering down the mesa -- but the horse was gone, the only evidence of its passing the gradually distant clatter of hooves. "what the HELL WAS THAT!"