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

they’d found it hard enough to move quietly in the sand. the cavern walls amplified the loose stone that shifted with every step, and look, no matter how much of an expert you were in keeping quiet, it was downright impossible in water. they’d be annoyed, except it kind of worked here – you hear the thing coming for you, and it echoes, and there’s nowhere to go.

so that was kind of fun. less fun was the pause they took to step over a thin river in the rocky sand, giving them plenty of time to hear steps, and drawing up, renard whirled around – they didn’t think about it, it was likely a saint, but yeah, after all that thought it wasn't so fun to have the tables turned –

“donovan.”

renard huffed, tension not completely faded but banked, and gave a tiny tilt of their head. “something you're looking for? or is it just the allure of wandering through a cave in the dark?"