The Tangle it is what it is til it ain't anymore

Saoirse follows the moment he moves, head automatically lifting and her weight shifting so that she can step as lightly as possible. It's particularly helpful here, amid the sharp stones and shifting earth. She takes care to place her paws where Shigetoshi has already been, trusting in the other to guide her path as she always has. She doesn't speak for a while, content to move and gain confidence in her steps.

These lands appear utterly inhospitable. There is no shade to hide from the sun, no shelter from the wind when it grows biting. Fortunate it is that they've been moving south for so long, but moreso that they travel at night, when the land begins to cool. The earth remains scalding beneath her paws, and will for some time--but between that and the pinpricks of the rocks, she can barely feel the pain in her feet.

Which is, of course, why she slips--a bit of rock crumbling away unexpectedly as they pass close to a ledge and Saoirse barely registering the slip before she pitches sideways with a short yelp.