Redsand Canyon become one with the redsands

When no ounce of recognition came, her face contorted into a disapproving grin. These mountain people were non-believers, followers of false gods if they even followed gods at all.

"There is nothing to smell up here," she remarked in jest, though it held a condescending undertone as she remained just out of reach of the beasts toothy jaws. "Therefore, I believe these cliffs are fair game, unless you are nimble enough to reach them." With such a large and cumbersome body as his, she could not help but laugh.

His question was met with a swish of her fireplumed tail. "I wish only to talk. You claim this as your domain - surely it is too hot here, too dry - or do you follow the sun as I, mountain wolf?"