Redsand Canyon drain the whole sea

something comes throw the canyon, drawn along the rock. the girl stiffens, auds pressed forward as she focuses entirely on the approaching shape. tail twitches, the headache building steadily as she begins to ponder her options. she could return the way she'd come, the phantom on her heels; run past her and forward into the canyon (she'd had to have come from somewhere, right?), or, perhaps, she could make a la—

a voice, close and disembodied. the ungainly girl starts, badly, stumbling sideways into one of the brackish puddles, landing awkwardly on her hindquarters. round, luminescent gaze fixes onto the fairy, though occasionally flicking toward the phantom. a long moment, and then a careful nod, stiff and clipped. fear is a good motivator; hunger is a better one.