Redsand Canyon Blood on a Marble Wall

Traveling with a broken rib was hell. She was angry, bitter, and felt weak, lagging behind the others and having to take frequent rests, her chest in agony. Fuck the coast. Fuck the fish-wolves. She wondered what they thought of her little gift, or if they planned to say anything about it. 
Oh well. Not her problem anymore. They could all eat shit on their stupid Island. 
She had been wandering the new area for so long she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going. All she knew was if she had to climb another goddamn mountain until her rib healed, she was going to eat one of Donovan's little pets. 
She had been Sulking about when the sound of rushing water got her attention. 
Abandoning the group to follow it she made her way slowly down to a beach. The sand here was blood red, as though a giant creature had died, spilling over the the sand. 
She slipped eagerly into the cool water, for the first time in days, satisfied. It was hotter here than she was used to. But Blood Red sand was an omen- this was to be the home for her empire.