Redsand Canyon This magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose

After a while of silent sitting, she found that she was no longer alone. A man of large stature approached, caution embroidered within his features.  

Was she ill? She didn't think so. Just in desperate need of a long nap.

No, Ali answered through a hoarse cough. 

Dragging her paw slowly across the dirt, she later winced, lifting her paw to find the pad cracked and bloodied. S'pose this all was her punishment for escaping the hunters; the ghastly beasts. But what else could she have done?

Do you have a place I could sleep? She eventually asked in desperation, glancing towards the man with half closed lids.