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

S'ari wandered, as she often did. It was particularly hot today, even for her, and she thanked her short fur. Oh, to be a wolf with a thick shaggy coat in the middle of a desert. She would not be happy about that.

She stopped short at the top of a dune, staring down at the wolf below her. She shook her head; it was as if she summoned them with her mind. Thinking immediately of Candle, and her fear and hatred of wolves, S'ari knew she had to steer this one away from the Ravine. But would be friendly, or try to kill her? That was the gamble she had to take with every wolf she met.

Hello, down there! she called, her tail wagging. And what is this one doing in the heat of the desert when wolves are not built for such places?