Redsand Canyon they say if you want to tell a story right

the morning in the canyon was warm; muggy. the thick grey clouds were scattered across the horizon though mulberry was occupied with the towering canyon walls made of red stone. though mulberry had only ever known the strath as home, she was quickly growing to adore the canyon. she likes the warmth of the sand underfoot, between her toes. she likes the secrets that whisper through the rough hewn rock walls that she has yet to discover.

it's that want to explore that drives her out of the den that morning; still sleepy but with buoying energy that propels her forward.