Sly Fox Sand Dunes why does thou sit upon my grave

his brows knitted together slightly as she spoke. either you're hiding something, he remarked, or this place is incredibly boring. and i promise you—nothing is as boring as the lands i traveled through to get here.

barren dull desert, though eventually overrun by the floods. dunes these might be, but no doubt there must be something else to savor. there always was, even in the midst of hell.

even the sonora boasted vibrant saguaro.

so i assume you are holding out on me, coatl continued with a shrug. do you dwell here? are there families—packs?