Redsand Canyon No Pigmentation Givin’ You The Blues

She had been out here once before, but when was that? Was it just yesterday she had come to this crimson sand covered landscape to find where to place her alter or wast hat the day before? Ah, she could not remember. It seemed she was not keeping track of time, instead she was enjoying her time inside the blood colored canyon. The feeling of when the breeze made its way through pass, the new discoveries within the unique locations. She found it quite a treat, somethign she did not know she would like.

Slowly she moved along the loose sand, the webbing between her toes coming in handy once again, another reason that being mixed with both wolf and dog was an advantage that others refused to see. Finally she could a lone rock, something that was probably covered most of the time but at this movement was a nice change from reprieve from the constant shifting under her delicate looking paws. She let her rump fall against this solid slab and looked up to the twinkling heavens, the stories and formations playing in her mind. Ah she could do this every night.