Redsand Canyon Boy you need to know

The weather was going to start to get colder. She could already feel the chill in the morning air.

Many of the plants in her gardens would survive but there were a few that she knew, from experience, would shrivel and die. Fennec could tell that no rain was coming anytime soon, so she chose today to take care of cleaning those up. She wanted to get them stored before the first frost hit and ruined them entirely.

She was glad she'd chosen to situate her plots near the canyon wall. It gave her a convenient place for drying, and she chose a place among the stone that felt warm from the sun. She began to take the cuttings and, using clay, affix them in a row along the ledge. In a day or two they'd be dried and hopefully keep for the winter.

She wanted to find more of a certain kind before that time came too. Fennec nosed the small pile thoughtfully. This might be enough, depending on if the pack grew, but she didn't know how often sickness came to this place. She'd rather be safe than sorry.