Sly Fox Sand Dunes Home has come.

WAAAHOO!

Goodbye.

The words never uttered, yet action would take, as she departed months ago to see Teekon. Sutekh promised.

Yet never would she entirely leave it. She wished to see the unseen city of gold.

Heat exhaustion would be nigh on many. Ashy fur made from the hues of biotite did nothing but beg for the sun. And there she was, pushing through dunes and remembering, allowing, feeling, pressing the burning sand into her pads. It surely stung. She adored it. She adored the burn on her neck, the sweat in her glands, the fight to keep her ears afloat, and she did so perfectly. High, forced, and a pride came with the desert dweller. Never would she falter. Lovingly, she would accept Ra's affection. His grooming. His taste. He offered to take her away, and she came with it.

Exploration pushed her farther, and recurring bubbles of pants dripping off her tongue would not stop her. It must have meant it craved her farther in its grasp, and she would give it what it wanted. Hour by hour, with a swaying tail and the grin of an imp on her cheeky, happy maw, she walked.