Redsand Canyon Runs on dreams and gasoline

Since Minne and Tierra’s encounter, Fennec had scouted southward herself, but she hadn’t encountered the coyotes that attacked her younger sister. She knew that going herself was no smarter but she was careful and listened attentively, ready to run the instant she encountered any kind of trouble. They just needed to know if the threat still lay there.

She hadn’t found anything. Either they’d gotten what they were looking for and left or they were holed up somewhere outside the territory and would return. Either way, the presence of more wolves was the most likely way to deter them.

Fennec lingered in the trees, tasting the air and listening. She relaxed, then turned, hoping to explore a bit further before night fell. After she would return to the den and share what she found.