Sly Fox Sand Dunes Home has come.

She made a great show of examining him like some roadside oddity. He thought she was going to topple herself over by how far she twisted and tilted. He splayed his toes in the sand. Distracting himself from snapping at her with the burning sensation. 

Despite his irritation, the tension in his face lessened once she agreed to assist him. His ears lifting slightly and his tail made a sweep across the sand as he rose to his paws. Dusting himself with a shake. 

No. I don't plan on biting you. Tempting as that would be. I expect the same from you. He looked over his little guide with a quirked brow. He still wasn't devoid of doubt. He had to rely on her? His guts churned and tied into knots over it. 

A defeated sigh escaped his chest. Do we have far to go?