Sly Fox Sand Dunes and there in the deep i lay

Eyes searched the face of the young boy, clear concern painted on his expression. It was soon hardened into something more neutral.

He nudged him again, a bit harsher this time. C'mon then, up ya get. He grunted. What are ya? Eight moons? Can't let em' buzzards win just yet.

His head lifted, scanning the surrounding area. It was not visible from here, but he knew there to be more water to the west.

He did not know the boy, but he could not leave a child to die.