Redsand Canyon No time to hide

No sign of their god, but this was no surprise.  They had affairs of their own importance, but she did not wish to move out of tandem, and she did not know if it was their intention to play nice with the neighbors or to intimidate with careful distance.  Each required its own careful tactics.

Instead one of the newcomers came into her sights.  She was doing something strange, and Flecha stopped a moment to watch, appraising.  A burying of some sort.

You are putting them back?  She asked, the speech in their tongue formal.  Her mother had taught her and made sure she knew it well, though it came stiffer than their own words.