Redsand Canyon but we can't keep the embers from catching

@Donovan Azura
70F, 9pm, clear skies. territory #5 - the catacombs

there was one place renard had found that echoed the forest in any way. the tunnels twisted and turned in on themselves, with an ending renard could not even begin to guess. not even several hours’ investigation, long enough that the sun had set and bathed the desert and the cracks in the walls in shadow, had given them more than a ghost of an idea of which tunnel went where – an endless loop of orange sand and blood-red clay, flooded nearly elbow-deep with water.

renard had a good eye – enough to note the dangerous places. where the water flowed too fast and too white, hiding rocks under the surface. where the walls closed in too tightly, enough that someone who slipped in was in danger of never slipping out again.

they would learn, no matter how many turns and twists there were. this place held promise – if they could understand that promise, a stranger who ran in here would never find the exit again. not with teeth at their heels; not with renard running them down.