Sunspire Mountains Back in my hometown

Shey might as well not have spoken for all the mind Dusty paid him, but it amounted to the same thing: they were gonna go dig up some bunnies.

Digging was something that Dusty had always excelled at. His proclivity for digging holes to lie in had, perhaps, helped to determine his name back when his parents were still deciding who was who. It was a skill that had served him well over the past year-and-some-change of his life; in the red desert, the sun was hot enough to bake anything smaller than a rabbit, and so many creatures made their homes under the earth. Dusty might still not be patient enough to be a good stalker, but boy, could he dig up a grub.

"It's strange out here," he said as he poked around in the grass. "There's water everywhere. Don't it ever flood?"

His ears swiveled, and he picked his head up to see what Shey thought of this.

"Where I grew up, we had to travel hours to get to this little stream. Sometimes it wasn't even there, and then once or twice it was mud and grit and branches surging through the desert, casual as you please. That's how come we don't live by the water. 'Cause it's liable to come up and bit'chya if you turn your back."