Redsand Canyon become one with the redsands

He wanted to be neither a god nor follow the ways of a dawnsinger? The thought confused her; as far as she was aware, nothing existed beyond the reach of the Mother. Everything sun-touched was hers, and everything dark-touched was not. At least, that was what she had been raised to believe.

The more she dwelled on it, the more curious she became. Who were these mountain people besides blasphemous?

"Where I come from, it is not like this. Tell me of your pack," she encouraged, "and why your people follow you."