Sly Fox Sand Dunes heel

Sorry for the wait! <3

Zoug does not speak.

It is not fully unexpected, from what little Midas knows of the desert man - but it does not help him pin his location down any more than he already has. Rudimentary. Unhelpful. Ko'a, at least, offers him a woof and a word.

Enticing -

her scent pulls against him and whisks away, like sand in the wind. Dancing. Oh, heavens, that is different than hunting! But Zoug's eyes may be upon him, and there flutters in his chest the want to impress this girl, or at least, to not look so helplessly lame by calling off any of her fun because he cannot tell where to poetically place his paws on this shifting ground.

He spins after her with determination, stiff in his pursuit - but he pursues none the less. Her scent guides him, though her paw steps offer very little; the ground is much too soft. Midas listens instead for her breath, or any yips she may offer along the way.

You lead, he calls to her, I don't know the dance of the desert as well as you do.

He tries to sound lighthearted, but in fact, he'll consider himself lucky if he doesn't make a total fool of himself in front of these Tribefolk. It'd only take a stray rock or scorpion sting to send him flying into the sun-scorched sands, and booted, for sure, from any chance of running with them longer than he has.