Redsand Canyon in closets like cedar

The wind whipped against her face in a harsh swoop, dusting her face with little red grains of sand. Used to the attack, she merely paused and waited for it to die down before shaking out her dark coat. She was not as well camouflaged here as her new acquaintance, and so she did not notice the little coyote trailing behind her. Not yet had Menthe found any reason beneficial enough to betray the petite canine, and so friendship still laid open faced on the table. Ace did not prove any worthy bounty, even if this land was his to claim, and so Menthe did not dare get herself into trouble just yet.

Footfalls began again, step back step in the red sand, still upwind the sneaking attack awaiting behind her...