Sly Fox Sand Dunes primera

the chances of finding something to eat during the warmer parts of the day were slim, which mercedes was well aware of, but she tried anyway. it had been at least a week since she'd had a sufficient meal and her patience had worn thin.

however, any chance she'd have of sneaking up on any burrowed lizard or hidden mouse was quashed by the cacophony of happy noises coming from one of the dunes she had crossed earlier. she regarded the space over her shoulder with her usual intensity, as if the sand itself was the offender and she was ready to pummel it as retribution.

she saw the leggy adventurer tumbling down the side of the hill, sand whispering as it settled below, and turned to face the oncomer with the sharp voice. the fur along her nape prickled a little bit but otherwise mercedes remained watchful and quiet, a little bit on-edge while the stranger closed the distance.