Dahozhoni Meadow amarillo by morning

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S’ari continued to wander the desert, though she was going in the wrong direction. She really should’ve been heading east, further in, but she could not help exploring all that this new desert had to offer.

Besides, every desert had a scent. A smell. And that was how she could tell she was still in it. This place still smelled of the desert, underneath the sweet scent of blossoms. And as long as it still smelled like home, then she would be all right.

Up ahead she could see a wolf. The desert was an open place where one could see and hear for miles. She’d picked up on the wolf some time ago and had decided to follow, to engage. The others she’d met so far had been kind enough, though her cautiousness never fully left her. Now they stood in a beautiful desert meadow, with flowers abound, and S’ari looked about her and sighed contentedly. Everything reminded her of home. In fact, she was home.

She studied the wolf a bit more and then released a small chuff, and waited.