Redsand Canyon My life is in a hole

He could hear the soft shushing sound from just out of sight.
Did she harbour someone here? Was he being paranoid?
Dove emerged with Nemisis fixated over her. The skull still not pearly white, but rather a tinted ivory-yellow from the grease that once coated the bones.
He watched her for a moment until she spoke.

He drew closer to her, searching for some new, unwarranted scent that certainly shouldn't be in the Saint's lands. But he found none. Talking to herself perhaps.
His tail waved softly, "I came to see how you are doing. You've been quiet."
His voice held a soft and deep tone, like an oak tree. 
Like he was talking to Kynareth or Ronnie.