Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

The thundering of hooves was something she felt rather than heard, until it was so loud that her ears pinned and Inka was looking brazenly about for the source — but the golden flash came and went so swiftly, so violently, that the only constant was her thundering heart. She heard the sooty boy remark his own surprise as the beast swept by them in the lower segment of the canyon; from their ridge they were safe from those hooves - but she imagined that they could've easily cleaved through their bodies and left them in crushed, bloodied heaps.

The creature left them in the dust. Rather than succumb to the innate need by any predator to give chase, the shadow stood there quaking until there was silence again; even afterwards, she merely sank to her haunches while the hairs on the back of her neck stood tall and she shivered from the adrenaline. That was --- I don't fuckin' know what that was --- she blurted in a hurry, and looked with big, bright eyes at Ingram. Was that ---? Your horse???