Sly Fox Sand Dunes [m]e and you and awkward silence

he'd wandered far. too far.

when he set out to cross the barren landscape, alphus had not imagined that it'd take him so long to do so. it was hot, it was tiresome, and it was lonely. it was just him and his thoughts, and he could only talk to himself for so long before going mad.

he'd not seen a speck of life for miles now. no cactus, no birds flying overhead, no tracks in the sand. a glance in any direction resulted in the same scenery. sand, sun, and the vast openness was all that was there to greet him. the midsummer heat was relentless in it's pursuit to destroy him, and he was beginning to fear he'd never see greenery again.

he was lost.

his tongue had long since slipped between leathery lips to pant away the brutal warmth. he craved nothing but shade and refreshment, and that was the driving force that kept his legs moving amongst the rolling dunes. surely there would be an oasis waiting for him just over the next dune.

surely...