Sly Fox Sand Dunes Home has come.

So close, so near, so personal to his face prior that she'd heard the quirk of his lip! His saliva making the gentlest snap in it's part made her recoil swiftly.

Perhaps he was rabid. From charging at her face, cursing and then telling her to stop something that she did not know. Now, he dipped to her.

Tilting her head far over to her left, her eyes watched him drop, and there she stood before him on torrid du ns. He extended the word of his trust. A silly man, he was, for his strange behaviors and words, but should he wish to survive, he had little option. She would be his option. "Of course!" slipped the tongue of the raven in sand.

"I will lead you." Her nose twitched, her eyes blinked as she surveyed his front up and down. "You no bite me, yes?"