Sly Fox Sand Dunes There's things that I have done you never should ever know

Day and night, he traveled south. By the time he arrived in the lowlands, Talisman had decided he would suck it up and check in with The Tribe. He still feared Zoug’s disappointment above all, though he hoped the dead marmot slung over his shoulders might assuage any contempt.

Finally, he crested the dunes. He could see the ravine in the distance. Talis paused to catch his breath, spotting two figures in the middle distance. It was Candle and Zoug, frolicking in the sands. The elder looked more playful and younger than Talis had ever seen him.

He steadied himself with a breath and descended toward them. He moved slowly due to the burdens on both body and spirit. Would they be happy to see him? Or would they scorn him? They both seemed to be in a good mood. And everybody liked presents. Right?