Two Eyes Cenote The greatest tide washed up my prize.

The borders were upturned and excavated until they were barren. Her paws treaded the body of the palace, roofs touched by her limbs and perched frequently to post. By Rashepses' order, Legend is bound to the slick attention of duty and tearing through the premises in a silent fox's stride.

Priceless shadow, imp and tide, she rolled her back along the dusty sand until she breathed anew her mind in the dusk. On top of a roof of a tunnel that dug into the ground, she stood still at high ground with satellite ears and a buzzing, shivering tail that flagged straight.

Big eyes that targeted all.
The scouts shift is active and she is alert.