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He'll have followed!

If Briar could in the depths of his mind, body, and soul find any sort of appeal to desert travelling, it dwindled with each step taken in the damned sun. That being said, he loathed to admit that he would be lost without the little imp-woman. And he certainly wasn't letting his one navigation tool walk away and leave him behind. Whether she kept him in an arid wasteland or took him to greener pastures mattered little. Although, green grass and lush trees would be preferred.

His ears perked forward as red formations stretched skyward. The wind carried with it various canine scents. An uneasiness stirred in his gut. He attention snapped to his guide as her pace slowed. Waiting for someone?