Shy Deer Steppes Heavens on fire

Akari's ochre fur made it easy for her to pass unnoticed as she moved across the reddishplains at a brisk pace. Her small ears perked up in search of the faintest sound as she stuck her muzzle into every crack in the rocks and every hole in the ground, looking for lizards and other small creatures.
The xerophytes sprouted sparsely over the land, but their thorns scratched her flanks and clung to her fur annoyingly often. The wolf was grateful for the thickening of her fur in preparation for the coming winter.
 
The steppe might seem dry and barren compared to the lush meadows to the northwest, but the landscape still offered an interesting mosaic of angular boulders and round spiny bushes.
As the sun began to set, the sky lit up with the colours of fire and the clouds turned to rosy smoke. The steppe glowed bright red amid dancing shadows, a spectacle worth witnessing with an open heart.

"Two dragons whirl and dance

Their fires burn and prance

All around the twilight hall

Fating the night to fall"