Redsand Canyon Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beating

Cursed with the gift of foresight. She couldn't help giving a snort at that. It was good-natured, but she wondered if he was being facetious. Fennec absolutely would have been if she'd said that to anyone else.

I know better than to look for things that I don't want to know. She tilted her head a little, then added with a bit of a smile. But if you're ever curious, the offer is there. She doubted he would take her up on it; it didn't matter how accepting he was of her talking about it. Fennec would be floored if a wolf like her husband wasn't skeptical about leaning that deeply into the unknown.

I would have been jealous. That was what I wanted for a long time - respect, and fear. I always said I would take up living in a swamp and deal in trades. Fennec huffed again, but this time it was a single dry laugh. Clearly that wasn't where her life had ended up. Then I lived alone for a while. That dream had vanished pretty quickly after. She did still find it funny that, of all places, she would wind up back here - the same damn canyon.

What happened to her?