Valley of Gold Feeding Their Minds

The grassy plain was more than a welcome addition to Phobos' journey. While he never cared rough grasses or wheat it was better than what he had been traveling through previous to this.

For now this wasn't something he was concerned about though. He laid himself flat in the grass, stretching out his limbs and grimacing at the cracks and pops that came with it. A rest was certainly needed if he planned on staying in the desert for any longer.