Verdigris Ravine when i cut a belly open to find what climb out

@Kusuma

Despite that this was a desert, there were clouds gathering. Drusk kept an eye on them as he traveled quickly across the sand, not exactly pleased by the sight. The last time he had been caught in the rain he'd found Gavrel and they'd spent that first night huddled together while it sounded like the world was ending. It had left a lasting impression.

Thankfully, as he found his way the wolf noticed that the sky cleared. It appeared as though the weather was concentrated to the mountains which he had left behind; he was reminded of the biting sickness that once swept through the fire-mountain; the clouds above looked like frothing spit against jutting teeth.

He eventually found his way to a river, if one could call it that. The water level was extremely low but he prowled alongside, oftentimes slipping in to the riverbed for ease of movement and to wet his toes; and before he knew it, there were cliffs rising on either side. There was no scent of wolf here, which wasn't a surprise. Few could handle this sort of place.

What he did find was the scent of coyote, and it was prolific. He rolled in a patch of dirt that smelled particularly strong, and in doing so dislodged the soil, so much so that a weathered leg stick out of the ground as some abhorrent tree sprouting. Drusk investigated this with a few probes of his snout, then grabbed for the appendage and pulled.

A few wrenches like this, and something in the earth popped, allowing him to pull the leg of a desert hare free from where it had been buried; the rest of the creature was still buried deep in the sand, but the boy was pleased with his find and touted it around like he'd found the greatest stick ever.