Redsand Canyon to ever shelter your will

They were both flabbergasted. Inka didn't know what to do; she had hoped the adventure would be a good way to waste a couple of hours but now she found herself questioning the world, utterly overwhelmed by the knowledge that something that large and that strong could persist despite the influence of their kind; the thing hadn't even glanced at the two of them! It ran because it could, not because it feared their teeth or the possibility of becoming food! The woman gawked at Ingram as he spoke again, but didn't really do anything until he proposed that they should follow it — what?

You can if you want but there's no way I'll go with you! She refused hastily, shaking her sharp snout to and fro; she was already gathering her wits and trying to get her quaking limbs to obey her. That thing could kill us so fast — it definitely wasn't a fuckin' deer, and I am sure as shit not chasing after it. Good luck on that quest, ugh. She was, effectively, nope nope nope-ing out of there.