Sly Fox Sand Dunes Home has come.

Last from me!

Briar snorted at the answer. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Did he even want to? But he had no time to ponder. Water Bearer had set into motion. Skillfully crossing the sand dunes. 

Briar was not as accustomed to walking across sand. He believe he had been better than when he first wandered into the wastes, but the shifting sands did not compare to the padded forest floor or the sucking grasp of a mire. His longer limbs was what kept him in stride. Following his desert guide, he took notice of the sands. She had turned on a dime it seemed. Retracing her previous pawsteps. His eyes rest on her back with a inquisitive gleam that she would have noticed had she turned to face him. 

Where had she been going in the first place? Where were they going now? Briar did not find the strength to ask as they moved on. The excitement from the encounter draining away. Leaving him with his weariness.