Redsand Canyon where is your husband, nellie kane, where's your darling gone?

A deep gorge cut its way through the redsand keep, its dark throat curling away like an ancient scar across the scarlet dunes. Riley measured the shadowed ribbon as it wound its way deeper into the canyonland carefully.

He had but two options. Continue south and hope that he met water and a narrow margin in which to jump, or, brave the tumbled collection of rocks to his right that formed a precarious step-bridge across a narrow part of the chasm.

Even from his vantage, Riley did not favor the depth of the drop.

He deliberated at length, and finally struck south -- meanwhile, blissfully unaware of the faded scent of @Donovan Azura that lingered in the dry brush several meters to his left.