Sly Fox Sand Dunes she's perfectly misaligned

Phone post.

S’ari wandered the dunes, smiling to herself. She recalled a time in the spring or summer (when had she come here?) when she and another had taken turns sliding down these dunes. Now she wasn’t sure she had the energy for that.

The wind changed direction and she caught the scent of wolf, and turned her head. She squinted, eyes traveling along the tops of the dunes, then down into their little valleys. There! A red-coated wolf among the reddish sand. They blended right in.

Hello there, cousin, she called, tail wagging gently behind her. Not as enthusiastic as she might once have been, but things were different now. She grew tired more easily. It had taken a lot of energy just to get here.