Luneshale Pass Realization grew on me

Footsteps grew increasingly louder from behind before they came to a slow. She did not turn around, no, but instead continued to limp around like a dying rat and made excessive ticking noises with her whining mouth. Feral, and wishing to suck in an entity closer. Maybe, even, if only for her own desires or just to taunt death a little further with whatever remaining lust she had for life.

That was, at least, something more entertaining than the miles of sand combed through.

Her head flipped only around when her pit-pats took her farther, and her tail swished violently between her legs, inviting. Foggy eyes to the citrine of anothers.