Redsand Canyon fox

a once quick pace slowed.

the wind pressed her against stone. she grew bold enough to glance down. she would not fall, but she could not help but think of it all the same.

she thought of the horse, sacrificed before akashingo and beyond.

her gut lurched and she halted for a long moment. a trained eye might see the nerves that threatened her hackles and tensed her hips.