Redsand Canyon farfalla

From the wind and rain she slips betwixt red rocks, dark shadow blending into the earthen walls. For a brief moment she pauses to watch the sun dip below the rim, casting the canyon in a brilliant golden glow before it was gone just as quickly.

If it weren't for the scent that clung to every wall, she would rest here tonight. The sharp pangs of hunter draw her onwards.

She must be careful now, this place was not hers. The hunter could become the hunted as quickly as a butterfly sprouts its wings. But she is unafraid. Picking her way carefully beneath the arches, she seeks a trail.