Sly Fox Sand Dunes Home has come.

second to last or last from me!

"Your skin would taste not nice, sir."

With a turn of her legs, her tail was pointed at his nose, and only growing farther and farther away by the second. A steady trot, forward head and feet that glided across the dunes. Her ears were high, and her steps started to trace her from where she had once been.

Backwards, backwards, backwards.

With no response given to Dust Pisser.